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Uh, it's, uh...

[whispering] I'm right here.

Oh! Do you wanna...?

-[excited chatter] -[engine starts]

I'll race you to the car.

[Mr. Jackson] Yes, may I help you?

I cannot. I can't do this.

Penny, come on!

If I run at a pace of

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

And when I married your mom...

This is taking forever. Mr. Jackson is gonna go looking for us

I just don't want people thinking you're delusional.

[small chuckle] You are good at running.

Assess your options.

visions of a twelve-year-old boy to lead us home.

And you want to talk about kissing?

ready for people to come back here and stuff.

[Penny] So he's been here the whole time.

We've been hesitant to get anywhere close, but in typical Robinson fashion,

-[man] He likely has internal injuries. -Yes, his pulse is weak

So, uh, let's go ahead and partner up.

No better, no worse.

-[gasps] Oh. -Oh. [gagging]

Okay, we're gonna need a CT image of his head, thoracic and lumbar spine.

[grunting loudly]

We don't see each other for seven months and I'm already trespassing for you.

I'm very aware of the risks.

She had no idea what was wrong with him.

They're already on Alpha Centauri with my wife.

Empty MRE bag...

One, two, three. Go!