Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This is your revenge on me for using your drinking water to take a shower!

[ Man Narrating ] Last week, as you recall, a blistering wave of heat...

- When's the last time you checked the storage tank? - Last night.

Dr. Smith, don't eat it!

Shoulder pack, shaving articles. That's a good sign.

DANGER, HEATHER PONTIUS! DANGER!

Well, maybe he didn't realize the full seriousness of what he was doing.

- What'd you do that for? - That's an old tape he made weeks ago...

It was lying right here on this table.

Well, I don't like to speak ill of him, but...

Did you say... poison?

Most of them are really very nice when they're not collecting.

Caught like a mouse with a piece of poisoned cheese.

[ Loud Rumbling ]

Dr. Smith and I are friends.

You'd need a distilling plant as big as a refinery to get anything drinkable out of this.

[ Wind Gusting ]

I don't hear him moaning anymore. Do you think that he's--

Obviously, the effect of simple H20 on my system.

But Smith the victim, he's in a state of shock.

- Maureen? - I'm right here, John.

Don't you think we should tell Dad about it?

I don't intend to.

Maybe he buried the fuel cell here.

No one to talk to face to face, unless I squat.

Not here, unless he found some way to perform...

All right, let's go.

Sit down, Khari, and don't even get up. Khari, leave Milani alone, you're making her cry. Khari (Tiana's son), sit down. Milani (Imani's child) is crying, stop crying, Milani.

Signed, Zachary Smith.

Is there gonna be a storm?

- How much do we have in the tank? - Practically nothing.

- That's crazy, Smith. - Is it?

Now, in this heat that could be dangerous.

Fact or prediction?

Now, we want you to come back to the ship with us.

- How long's he gonna keep that up? - It's not just Dr. Smith.