Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What?!
Bring him back!
Thrust!
Like what?
Mom, I don’t have any metal coloured crayons,
until Earth is ours!
I, uh, I-
[COSMOS]: I guess anything is better than nothing.
The rocket was sent into the sun and...
Shred my paycheck, Berger, I’m switching sides.
Who altered the flight plan?