Mystery Science Theater 3000

[Crow breaches the satellite's hull as he tries to escape, causing the air to be sucked out]

Crow:
Woah, I didn't expect this!

Servo:
Attaining.... maximum RPM.... adjust pitch and yaw thrusters..... stabilize! There, that ought to [gets sucked towards hole] AAAAAAAAAAH!!!

. . .

Crow:
Well, this is confusing! Mike, could you hand me my calculations?

[A wad of paper is blown across the bay and hits Crow in the face.]

Crow:
Thank you! Huh, would you look at that: "Breach Hull - All Die"! Even had it underlined!

. . .

[Servo lands right-side up on the hole]

Servo:
Hey, I'm experiencing a sensation altogether new to me, and frankly... I LOVE IT!

. . .

[Crow explains his unsuccessful attempt to burrow a way out of the Satellite of Love.]

Crow:
Believe me, Mike, I calculated the odds of this succeeding against the odds I was doing something incredibly stupid… and I went ahead anyway.