Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let's go. Get in here.
Both of you, get back here now.
I need you so much. I need you.
There they are. All safe and sound.
Sorry, Johnny. You're going to have to take one for the team.
You had me cloned.
Can we keep her?
Why wasn't he taken care of already?
It costs me $1.2 million each time I clone you people.
He'd be destroyed, like a horse with a broken leg.
We'll get my syncording back, we'll get rid of him.
What are you doing?
I'm looking forward to it.
You better be miles away when this goes off.
I'm Dr. Griffin Weir. Welcome to the new Weir Organ Transplant Facility.
Of course.
You got the location?
Not here.
Katherine, listen.
They staged that scene for us.
You always make Daddy feel so good.
So, what does that mean?
...by which a corporation can, in effect, own a state.
How long are you to keep me?
Mommy!
He's still cooking.
Mommy, I'm scared.
All right. I'll bring the disk...
- You're dead. - No.
Thank you for ordering milk.
I don't feel different.
Do it anyway. I see.
I'm going to give you...
If you believe God created man in His own image...
You won't fix anything.
They came in.
I'm not going to have some freak of science sleep in my daughter's bed.
Jesus! What are you gonna do? Kill my cat?
Can you hurry Talia and Wiley along? I'll need them both.
That's okay.
Shit. It's a fundamentalist.
He's headed right towards you, Dan. Turn around!
Katherine died 5 years ago.
What about her DNA scan?
Bully! No, you're not getting any kisses now.
Come on!
It didn't test vision. It took your syncording.
Perfect, both of you.
Go see.
I was asleep.
So be quiet and come with us.
We can go right upstairs and look it up.
I'm all thumbs today.
Yes, that's correct.
It took me 17 generations to get this right.
You all right?
Why did you do that?
You have reached 911 emergency.
...twice.
No. I just dropped my pen.
He just shot them both. Call Marshall. You hear me?
Manual drive engaged.
. .
We put defects in the clone DNA to give them short life spans.
If I go there, they'll kill them both.
I have you logged in.
Forget about talking to the police. I tried that already.
Hank, it's me again.
Don't worry, sir.
Well, that's what they did. You know... nothing.
What happened to you?
Griffin, I don't know-
- I had it done. - Bullshit.
Lower intestines for Dr. Weir.
I need to check your vision. Place your chin here.
Adam Gibson?
9747, you are cleared for takeoff.
He's my pilot today.
It didn't hurt her. It killed her.
He's not the clone.
Car chase. Cool.