Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Unh. - Listen, they don't bankroll prototypes.
Mind if I join the fun?
Houston, Explorer. Copy.
- Need some help there, Matt? - No, don't wait for us.
But I crashed it.
Kowalski.
...agreed?
Where is he? Where is he?
Okay, all right.
Kowalski! Is this great or what?
Ryan, where's home?
Not one second. Now. Shut it down.
ISS, initiate emergency evacuation.
What?
Explorer, new data coming through.
Flash your light.
Dr. Stone, do you copy?
Unh! Agh.
If this works, when we touch down tomorrow, I'm buying all you guys a round of drinks.
- Airlock engaged, ready to receive. - Houston, elaborate.
No, no, no, don't!
You never flown the Soyuz either?
I'm used to a basement lab in a hospital where things fall to the floor.
Kowalski, visual of debris at 9 o'clock.
- Goddamn it! Agh. - I know what you mean.
Hey, Ryan?
Call Anatoly and tell him he's been bumped.
Okay.
That's an order.
A nudge.
They're for landing, so...
You gotta plant both your feet on the ground and start living life.
Four.
Okay.
- No, no, no. - Not a push.
Tell them I still prefer my '67 Corvette, though.
See? Where you go, I go.
Okay.
Please elaborate.
Nobody ever taught me how.
...two, one.
Five.
Yeah, Lieutenant Kowalski, yes. Yes, Lieutenant Kowalski, I'm here!
Yes. Yes, I see it. I see it.
- We can't. - Sure we can.
ISS, if you hear us...
But the thing is, it's that I'm still scared.
Anyone...?
We're fine! Unh.
- I can't breathe! I can't breathe! - Give me coordinates!
Negative. We've been here a week, Houston. Let's just finish this. Ahem.
ISS is at 7 o'clock.
Explorer, do you copy?
Every time I passed over Texas, I looked down...
No! Don't you fu...
Could you be a little more specific?
Okay, great, just like training.
I mean, I'd say one for myself, but I've never prayed in my life, so...
Houston, I've lost visual of Dr. Stone.
Houston, I have a bad feeling about this mission.
Repeat, do you copy?
- Explorer, this is Houston. - Go ahead, Houston.
All right, okay.
Pizza! Alcohol! Movie!
- It's a little gloomy in here, isn't it? - How did you...?
Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
I had a daughter.
O2 down to 5 percent.
Uh, eenie, meenie...