Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
And I wanted to, I really did, but she made me promise not to say anything.
You miss being mayor?
- I am sorry. - No, excuse me.
...but we have discussed this, you know?
On three.
- Nelson... - My treat.
Have you found anything?
- Dad. Dad, please. - You're not going to make it, sir.
Stay there. I am coming, baby.
- His name Conor? - Yeah.
We're good. Good.
- You're doing great. Come on. - Elena, take my foot.
Just keep on moving.
No. Daddy.
You gave everybody a chance.
You're okay.
What are you doing?
The tentative mention of a husband I am supposed to correct...
They were right behind me.
You can do it. That's it, just hold on. I can't breathe.
Get to the raft.
Make it 20.
Go. Conor?
Conor, put your foot right where my foot is and go to Robert.
Wait, wait.
You have to be strong. I love you, and I am here with you, okay?
- You got her? - Okay. Here you go.
- Let me out. Let me out. - Come on, Elena.
Dylan.
- Five thousand. - Five thousand to call.
- All right, then we climb. - Is it going to hold?
I am trying to find the galley.
It has to be the one that has the best chance of making it, and that's me.
- Mom. - There. There they are.
You know we have to seal the bulkhead doors.
Shake him off.
Hey, did you miss me?
no no no no no no ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!
God rest their souls.
- Oh, hey, kid, you all right? - Yeah, I am sorry.
He was mayor of New York for a while. When I was a kid.
- Elena, if you don't go, we don't go. - What? What?
And we can throw junk up into the props.
Come on, paddle.