Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- So how long were you in the Navy? - Too long.

If I recall correctly, you couldn't even hang onto your wife.

Chris asked me to marry him.

- Chris. - Yeah?

Very well, sir.

We will have the Romanée-Conti, 1988, please.

I am within my authority to compel you to stay.

We weren't really surprised, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, the incomparable Gloria.

Hey. We're going out through the bow thrusters.

How would you get back? You'd already be out of air.

All right, baby. Hold on.

- Conor? - Mom.

I didn't have any money to get to New York...

But I am going to find my daughter...

- Sorry about that. - Not a problem.

Mom, don't look down, okay?

...and I don't feel comfortable with the two of you in here...

Hey, kids, how we doing?

Please. Today, dude. I'm about to tell someone. This boat is like the Titanic.

Yeah, let's go. This way's the best way up.

Stay there. I am coming, baby.

Conor, you're going to do this. Don't worry. Here we go.

You're halfway there, come on.

I'm really feeling old when you do that. Dude, you know your father's too old for being called sir. God damn it, dude! You're pissing me off!

Since man first emerged from these salty depths...

Here we go. Hang on, baby.

No. No, look, we will grab a bunch of this junk, right?

But you had to come through here when we boarded. Didn't you?

Scootch back from the edge. Be careful.

...and get into a fight with their wife or husband...

I love him. I need to find a way to go with him.

This is not a drill. All passengers, brace for immediate and heavy rolls.

Are you hurt? Are you hurt?

Please, help me. I can't lift this by myself.

Hey, Ramsey. Ramsey.

Maggie. Maggie.

I need you to reach up and help him. Reach up.

Fire, life and safety crews, proceed to your muster stations immediately.