Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The problem must be originating from the comms panel.
You tell her that I love her, Matt.
...this is Mission Specialist Ryan Stone reporting from the ISS.
...and I just drive.
- Let me go or we both die. - I'm not letting you go!
DMA M1, M2, M3 and M4 are complete.
Dr. Stone...
You tell her that I love her so much.
Houston, in the blind...
- Heads up! - To repeat, I have...
- Repeat, do you copy? - Yes, yes, I copy, I'm here. I'm here.
Houston, I'm fine.
No, let's let the boys down there worry for us.
Explorer, over. Explorer.
Got you.
Houston, from first inspection, comms panel appears to be dead.
Top 40?
I can't engage my thrust with you two yo-yoing around.
- Including holidays? Uh-huh.
Outstanding.
Look to the west.
Just hold on. Hang on.
No, 8 percent.
Yeah?
Okay. Soft landing jets trigger automatically...
Mayday, can you copy?
Steady, steady.
Copy all.
Got it.
...turn out all the lights...
Well, we have a full-on chain reaction.
Will you mourn for me?
Well, looks like we're going to have to improvise.
I'm about to undock from Tiangong.
Mission Specialist Dr. Stone and Mission Commander Matthew Kowalski...
Oh, my God.
- Dr. Stone, detach! You must detach! - No!
Houston, in the blind, we have a visual of the ISS.
I'm pulling you with me.
Houston. This is Ryan Stone.
Even Engineering?
Shit.
One-eighty.
Am I a go to retrieve?
...but it's perfectly fine for a little Sunday drive.
Luan Loud You have to let me go.
Ever since then, that's what I do.
Where do you pitch your tent?
...a big hug and a big kiss for me and tell her that Mama misses her.
You need to detach!
Hey, Ryan?
Okay, this way.
If you decide to go, then you gotta just get on with it.