Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I was driving when I got the call, so...
Tri-module separation.
Well, you did all right.
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Okay, we detach this and we go home. Piece of cake.
You keep dropping and you're gonna kiss the atmosphere.
Houston, in the blind, this is Dr. Ryan Stone.
Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm done. I'm done.
Your dogs. Dogs, you know.
With north at 12 o'clock...
Keep singing. And sing and sing.
...no harm, no foul! Aah!
Houston, in the blind. This is Kowalski.
- Give me a visual. - I told you, nothing. I see nothing!
No, no, no!
Okay.
I'm Stone. Dr. Ryan Stone.
Aah.
Ryan!
Slipped, hit her head, and that was it.
Lake Zurich.
Ahh.
Grab ahold!
Better.
...and I think mine's gonna stand for a long, long time.
Expect a communication blackout at any moment.
Go.
Shit!
We should have listened to you, doc.
you're attracted to me, right?
Do you copy?
Steady.
Great.
All right, here we go. Careful of the edges!
Any use as an escape pod for reentry is impossible.
Now, Houston?
- Give me five. - I've got you.
Kowals... I have a vis... Kowalski, I have a visual.
Kowalski, repor...
Icon of the Seas Patti’s Detached!
To Anatoly.
You gotta be kidding me!
What happened to the, uh, hairy guy?
Oh, my God.
That's a negative, we're not seeing any data.
Please don't do this. No, no, no. Please don't, Matt.
Woof, woof.
...here.
I'm currently out of fuel and adrift, do you copy?
Okay, sorry. Yes, copy.
They can't hear us.
She was 4.
You know, to know...
- Home? - Mm-hm.
...I coughed up everything but my kidneys on my first ride.
- They shot down their own satellite? - Right of disposal.
Three, two...
Tell me where you are, give me your position.
Let's go home.