Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Is that a lullaby you're singing?
But still, it's a matter of what you do now.
Ryan!
...we could sure use a rescue mission.
I am off structure and I am drifting. Do you copy?
We'll keep you posted on any developments.
Come on, Matt, talk to me.
The sunrise.
I'm not gonna make it. I'm slowing you down.
Okay.
Do you copy?
Okay. Okay, I remember this. I remember this.
Medical now have you with a temperature drop to 35.9...
...are catastrophic.
He appears to be doing some form of the Macarena.
Especially Engineering.
Aningaaq.
Nobody ever taught me how.
Houston, this is Explorer, copy.
All right. Okay.
It's a bit of a hike...
You have beautiful blue eyes.
Matt, this is Ryan, copy.
I'm gonna make it.
What do I do?
So, doc, now that you work for NASA, how do you like us?
Aningaaq. Mayday.
I'm on it.
...13 degrees.
How did you get here?
It's getting hot in here. Okay. All right.
...we are 3 meters off the Earth.
Engineering admits that you warned us that this could happen.
Tijuana. You've told this story, Kowalski.
Please.
Well, my eyes are brown.
Dr. Stone, Houston.
Will commence search for survivors.
Did you find the vodka?
One.
Huh? No? All right.
Congratulations. Kick back, take the rest of the day off.
Fuck!
Please proceed.
Nobody will mourn for me, no one will pray for my soul.
That's right, that's right. Come on, come on.
Okay.
I have brown eyes.
I'm ready.
Reminds me of a story, Houston. Aah!
- And I crashed it every time. - Do you wanna go back or stay here?
- Clutch him like he's your valentine. - I got him.
- All right. - We've lost Houston.
Okay, okay. Here, here! I'm here!
...or I burn up in the next 10 minutes.
No, it's the International Space Station.
Agh.
Okay.
You just hold on, and I'm gonna start pulling you in.
- Dr. Stone requesting faster transport. - We have to go. We have to go, go, go!