Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm gonna tell Mr. Wallace you tried to shoot me first.
Garlic.
Off-world is waiting.
(RAIN PATTERING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
It's fine-point, like a scalpel.
Did it never occur to you
I just wanna find out where it's from.
ANA: There's a bit of every artist in their work.
(DOORBELL CHIMES)
I prefer to keep an empty stomach
A boy and a girl.
Was there anything unusual about how you found her?
[CHAIR CLATTERING
They made money seem like candy.
JOI: (CHUCKLES) Just go scrub.
PILOT 2: Base, this is 06 outbound departure...
Go to seven.
(CHILDREN COUGHING)
Move forward.
Her eyes were green.
Take my hand
As human as you want them to be.
Well, would it help you share if I told you it was an order?
[chair clattering]
do you?
(DRONE HOVERING)
A child.
Joe.
I've got millions
What the fuck is with you?
MR. COTTON: The nickel is for the colonial ships.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
Yet the pins do not align. The door remains locked.
You're a cop.
unless engineered.
- (EXHALES) You can't? - Nope.
Sorry. (CHUCKLES)
Interlinked.
Tilt up.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
JOI: I'm getting cabin fever.
Caution, keep clear.
MAN: We're done.
Only I know...
to that grand life off-world.
I can help you get outta this station alive,
Stop.
Warning...
It's okay.
Oh, you don't even smile.
It's pretty.
Well, if it were true,
I always knew you were special.
I know what's real.
Fire.
Sorry.
RACHAEL: Do you like our owl?
(DISTORTED) "K"? "K"? "K"? "K"? "K"?
(PANTING)
Not so much there as you think.
(PANTING)
(RADIO CHATTER IN OTHER LANGUAGES)
Coffee?
Hmm.
WITHIN CELLS INTERLINKED
To be alone.
ANA: Well, there's a bit of every artist in their work.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
(CHATTERING CONTINUES)
K: No one.
Rachael.
But I was locked in a sterile chamber at eight, so...
That barren pasture,
No.
(WHISPERS) It's from a tree.
Yes, ma'am.
You are a wonder to me, Mr. Deckard.