I never thought I didn't have a card to play.
The Earth from here is a grand oasis in the big vastness of space.
Err Houston, we've had a problem. [pause] We've had a main B bus undervolt.
The Moon is essentially gray - no color - looks like plaster of paris - soft of gray sand.
Be thankful for problems. If they were less difficult, someone with less ability might have your job.
It looks to me, looking out the hatch, that we are venting something. We are venting something out into the - into space.