Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

from our desperately overcrowded planet...
[ Don ] The meteors clobbered us.
Zero minus 80 seconds. Range clearance to launch.
Abort! Abort! Abort!
Remove gas transfer and propellant vent umbilicals.
the robot will destroy the spaceship.
When the big lady starts to question herself
Every second you waste sends us thousands of miles in the wrong direction.
But I'm informed by Alpha Control that Dr. John Robinson...
I guess so.
[ Groans ] I was afraid of that.
there'd be nothing left but the metal in your space suit.
upon this bold expansion of man's horizons...
Wrong? Why? What did they say?
Activate freezing units.
[ No Audible Dialogue ]
[ High-pitched Whine ]
b-by rocket gun.
None can predict the outcome of this audacious venture to the very stars.
You stay right there...
Well, who said anything about the intake valve?
It has altered the flight pattern.
[ Man Over P.A. ] This is Alpha Control.
He's going to shoot you the spare line with a rocket gun.
Zero minus one hour and 15 minutes...
Can you return us to Earth? Repeat. Can you return us to Earth?
- [ Maureen ] Come on. - [ Penny ] I don't want to come down yet.
Twenty.
Now, these vector tapes-- they could be of help.
If I were you, Colonel, I'd keep my mouth shut.
"- You're Responsible For This Mess We're In. - Really, Major?"
Don, do you have any idea of our present position?
show an outbreak of fire in back of all magna-panels in the spaceship.
If you wake up and find me driving, you'll know you're in trouble.
and still holding.
[ Man #2 ] Roger. We've been working on it. Our computers tell us there's...
Other nations, in even more desperate need...