Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The entertainment section's up there.

Shake him off. Now.

- Let's try the new vent. - I can't go. I am sorry.

- Get back. Back up. Ready? - Just open the valve.

Control room's underwater. He wouldn't let me go. He shut them down.

Oy vey, that would be ironic.

- Tell me I am wrong. - Dad.

Look at me. Dylan's here, and we're going to get you out, okay?

Think we got a hallway here.

- Please help me. Please. - Okay.

- Come on. All right. - That's it. Don't look down, honey.

Thank you, sir.

- Is there a way out? - I am sure there is.

Get me out of here.

Come on. Keep coming.

You better be right. Flood it.

Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

I am sure that you know this whole song, so I don't have to sing it for you.

Three, two, one. Push.

Give me your water and your hankie, sweetie.

If you got a better idea, I am all ears...

...is your desperate single woman hoping to meet a guy, and you sure don't fit the bill.

- Come on. - You go first.

Maggie. Maggie. Hey, hey.

Look at me. Promise me you will not come out again.

Yeah, Robert, that door is extremely hot, but it's our only choice.

Stay with me, dude! I am coming, my friend!

So, what do you think? You too big for a piggyback ride?

- Know what I mean? - Hurry up and lift the thing.

- Oh, baby. - Mom.

A coin, a ring, anything.

He made his home on the ocean floor in a palace of coral and gems.

Do you ever win?

You were never on the swim team.

- I can't stay up, Mom. - Yes, you can.

It's the only way out.