Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Me? No, I'm a model. I'm just good looking.

Is this what depression looks like, Iris?

Six months more than the six months

meaning you didn't count. Just to be clear.

(AUDIENCE GASPING)

(AMERICAN ACCENT) Okay, bridge crew. Listen up.

(SCOFFS) Don't tell me, I know this one. Is-- Is it--

We need to shit on that vigil. How do we do that?

-Years? -No, hours.

-What? No? Ah, Jesus. -IRIS: N--

Well, we'll be half a million kilometers away.

Auxiliary sensors engaged. Rear antenna primed.

I don't know. How do we do that?

-Are you okay to do this? -Yeah, no problem.

RYAN: (AMERICAN ACCENT) Hey, Cyrus.

-That's-- -Okay, yeah.

I am hyper-effing-ventilating here.

I would like to go over the rescue mission,

(LAUGHS) None of these people are gonna be able to help you.

NASA extended a hand, and you shat in it!

You're from actual Britland?

Yeah, I, uh, control the lights with this button here.

(AMERICAN ACCENT) What is the collective noun for idiots? A thick?

-(RAV CLEARS THROAT) -I'm in a mixed prison cell.

I know you know what I'm talking about.

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

-(SCREAMING) -It's so quiet in here. Shh.

Well, that is intriguing. I am intrigued.

Well, to the Chinese, which is most people,

-Well... -You're saying the crew's not real?

CLYDE: Ta-da. That is your new course projection.

-Stan. It's basic physics. -BOTH: Oh!