Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Get rid of it! Adam, this is Tripp. It's his first time with us.
You'd know better about that?
I'll have to get you some tickets.
Let's go. Hit the alarm.
Here it is. This is a fresh one.
Very sad. Because at other times, he seems almost rational.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
I'll sleep better knowing you're around.
Nice 'do.
Just try not to breathe.
Do you think human cloning laws should be changed?
Obviously there's no charge for the cloning.
So, you see...
Shit.
Imagine: Two turtles are walking through the desert-
We're in the business of life.
...meanwhile, the other one strolls in and takes his wife and kid.
- Will you do it? - No.
He was a good watchdog. Now he lets my car get stolen and barks.
Mr. Drucker! You gave-
You know what really bothers me?
...to soften people up to human cloning.
Shoot me.
An exact picture of your mind.
In the final stage, using RePet's cerebral syncording process...
I didn't know if I wanted another kid so late.
Doesn't anyone stay dead anymore?
Hide.
Blow out his tires this time!
Oh, gee.
Dad, can I have a Sim-Pal for your birthday?
What am I to do without you?
And get Wiley and some men up to my office now.
...we can save that boy.
That's odd.
- Are you reporting a felony? - Yes.
Hello, Adam.
Good morning. Are you gentlemen the owners?
As if being the first quarterback to earn $300 million isn't enough.
Wait a second. How do I know he's not you and you're not him?
That must have been the clone.
Everything's under control.
- What was that? - Nothing.
Take a look in the mirror.
We'll find them.
Sally, who's next? Okay, put him on.
...entering its 4th year and a lack...
- Amazing. - You here for the blood test?
Destination Double X Charter Airport selected.
I have a boo-boo.
Let's take a look at yours.
Now your vision. Place your chin here.
Help!
She's supposed to be up there now, right?
Oh, Sadie.
Come on!
What's that? What?
So we're running a new scan.
What the hell is going on?
Gibson!
What you don't understand is, she doesn't want to be cloned.
Look...
Hiding under the table.
Griffin, it was a mistake.
What are you doing?
I'm Michael Drucker. You must be Adam Gibson.
This'll break her heart, you know that.
We're running the scan again.
Oh, God.
Good. Because your shooting sucks.
- ... and we cloned him yesterday. - So?
You want a gift on my birthday?
You're the greatest, Dad.
...there were almost no more fish left in the ocean...
It has a nondisclosure clause. During the flight...
We're here. Woodland Mall.
gerl
- Good night. - Take it easy.
Yeah, but they all have Sim-Pals.
I'm serious! Sadie, my cat... she's a RePet.
Suppose a 10-year-old boy is in the hospital, dying of liver cancer.
Very nice. Bye-bye.
No, you're not.
...to inside information on his sports teams.
Do you see what I'm doing for you?
Excellent. Larry Stern, I'm with Mr. Drucker's advance team.