Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What do you do, Mr. Dylan? - First name.

Maybe you could move your leg.

Then your daughter's dead too, and leaving this room won't help.

- Go. - Come on.

Today! Right now! Why today?

Okay. I got this.

You... You go first.

I wouldn't put a lot of faith in what the captain has to say. I am an architect.

No. No. No. No, Nelson, don't.

- I... Nothing. - Try pulling it up.

Come on, let's go. Look for a way up, everybody.

Marco Valentine

- I remember, Dad. - Hey, Ramsey, come on.

All right, get that corner.

We need something up here we could use as a screwdriver.

Christian Church! Do you think it's possible for you to quit calling me sir?

We have to get there and shut them off.

How long? How long?

- You all right? - Yeah.

- Where's Robert? - The engines were running.

Hey, Mom, this door is the way up.

- Conor. Conor, can you crawl up here? - Yeah.

This is not a drill.

Okay, up. One, two, three.

...so I meet this guy at a club, he works on a ship.

Get back, get back.

Christian, do you think it's possible for you to stop calling me "sir"?

And so, what better way to celebrate the birth of a new year...

- Come on. - Please.

Guess what. Your friend the captain wants you to blow the New Year's horn.

I am thinking, "What's behind it?"

Once these bulkhead doors are sealed...

Any of you skirts ever changed a goddamn tire?

Now, what kind of kid can't find her way home?

He says I can bunk with him, you know, for passage.

- Hey, we're here. - Can you hear us?

Please. Do yourself a favor.

I am sorry. No, excuse me.

- Hello. - We're here.

- Nothing. - No, please.

...so we are, at most, several hours from rescue.

- That work much? - What?

Excellent. Put your hands up.

He's met someone.

Pick him up. Ease back.

Assholes, both of you.

You just won't. I mean, come on, it's ridiculous. It's too far, you know it.

We throw it up into the props, and it will jam everything up.

- Get back. - Wait a minute. I got something here.