Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If he knew, he would tell us. Read a book.
RZ-double-DZ?
Ahem. Couple things.
Although, I assume there's a bar?
You think space exploration is a boondoggle?
Damn it, Archer. It's my turn. Cyril.
We don't have a tactical plan. We don't--
Hang on.
...of 15 years of boarding school locker rooms?
Won't he?
Archer-- Saw an electrical fire in the simulator.
Would you say we'd be venturing into a zone of danger?
Uh, flight, we're showing that you are grossly overweight.
No, Agent Kane, I'm afraid your particular skill-set outweighs your--
What the hell-- DRAKE: ls going on in here?
Are you k-- You're still mad about that?
And thanks so much for that. Cyril.
COM P UTER: Docking complete.
Sir, I'm not sure Lana-- Sorry, honey-- is physically capable of spaceflight.
As to that, you can name your price.
I want to brief you all on what to expect when we dock with Horizon.
Since there's only four of us.
In case I need to sterilize something. DRAKE: Get strapped in.
No. We're losing the beachhead.
Two more? Then we can populate Mars even faster than we'd hoped.
They're the mutineers. Aah!
No, just-- DRAKE: Just a little space-sickness.
* pope bomb *
Boarding party, into the airlock.
...so you can get acquainted with the sensation of being weightless.
Besides suffering from gigantism? Shut up.
Why is this man in the restricted area?
However, for, uh, numerous reasons...
And you never mind and also shut up.
Both, I guess. Look--
Can't breathe.
Clear. Clear!
Or to her? Who-- Why is she here?
I admit this isn't an ideal scenario.