Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hubble telescope engaged. Upgrade fully functional.
It's a simulator, that's what it's designed for.
Let's get out of here.
Thank you, Kowalski.
You see that dot in the distance?
Grab him!
So you have to sip, not gulp.
Will you say a prayer for me?
- No. - The ropes are too loose.
You're losing altitude, Tiangong.
What?
Matt...
- They're calling from Earth. - Ha-ha-ha!
Dr. Stone, Medical is asking if you want to return to Explorer.
Pizza Alcohol Movie ! Houston, do you copy?
Let me see what's going on.
Oh, no. I'm coming to get you.
Okay, let me tell you a story.
Okay.
Houston, do you copy?
I don't know.
I know, we're all gonna die. Everybody knows that.
You need to focus. Anything, use the sun and the Earth, give me coordinates.
Uh...
Please expand.
You have to let me go.
- All right. Nearly there. - Copy. Please hurry.
Yes.
Oh, you're a clever son of a bitch, Matt.
All right, the way I see it...
Our radars detect you on a reentry trajectory.
If you factor in our current orbit...
...on just what Mission Specialist Shariff is doing up there?
Unstrap. Look, we need to get the hell out of here.
Can't beat the view.
Your status. Give me your readings.
Houston. Houston, in the blind.
No.
...are the sole survivors of the STS-157.
Shenzhou, in the blind...
...that Mama found her red shoe?
- I'm not gonna ask you again. - One second.
Not yet. I wasn't kidding about those fumes.
Ryan, let go.
Okay, landing. All right.
As Houston recalls, she, uh, took off in your '74 GTO.
...and the engine module.
Now, to clear you from the jets, I'm gonna give you a little push.
Give my compliments to Engineering.
How long do you think it'll take you?
Houston. This is Dr. Ryan Stone.