Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, no. I know that look, John.
Wilson: What are they saying, Crichton?
-Relax, son. -And do what, Dad?
I just want to know what's happened, something since I've been gone.
What's the matter?
What did she say?
What happened on your tenth birthday?
You're positive they're not here to harm us?
That's not my call, Crichton.
Alcohol.
Crichton: I don't buy this, Dad.
Right.
I don't have a mission.
You know, I wouldn't mention it.
...a radiation wave hit and I got shot through a wormhole...
They said they were just trying to restart his heart.
You're wrong in what you're doing here, Cobb.
At least this time I get to say goodbye.
Tell them not to fire.
He's gone, Crichton. You can't save him.
Frank Cokonis! I dated your sister!
Now what the hell are you doing here?
Now! Go now, Crichton.
If I know anything,
I miss the sun, days, nights.
There's an unidentified ship tracking in on the same trajectory
(Rygel speaking Hynerian)
Yes, sir.
What's happened here,
Okay, Pilot, I'm here. What's the problem this time?
Living matter.
You stole my memories.
They don't want me to have any idea what's going on.
Guard: I'm sorry, sir, there's no access. Stop, sir.
you said they held you in Houston for tests.
Morning.
Down the hatch.
Is she ever going to put that down?
You like it?
What are they saying?
It's, uh...
I've got to do this, Zhaan.