Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can help you at the clinic. If you stay here, there's nothing I can do.
But what better place, right?
Unless her pseudomonas infection clears up...
He considers her to be the world's second most important person.
I have a little something for you.
Easy.
Why do you say that?
...you may overhear Mr. Drucker's phone calls.
I love you.
Let's test the remote. Keep up.
The bastard faked his own syncording.
- That's not what I would have done. - What would you have done?
Never even have to know.
Move! Clear the way!
Drucker isn't dead. It would be all over the news.
Kind of takes the fun out of being alive, doesn't it?
Hello, Adam. Would you like a beer?
There. There.
I love you.
I'm right behind you, Dad.
- Thank you for reporting a felony. - Come on.
Not to you? You want her crying all night because her dog died?
Please don't drink and drive.
Darling, you're still awake.
...whose parents love him just as much...
Which is impossible, considering it's a childhood disease...
I wanted to wait up for you.
Over here.
When I said you should screw yourself...
You'll tell me where Adam Gibson is.
This is great. Look at this.
I'll be dead in 20 minutes, tops.
Excuse me, do you know how to turn this off?
Move! Clear the way!
Keep talking.
...and can do a lot of stuff.
Your shaving cut?
- Thank God. - What? More fundamentalists?
Go to sleep.
I'm gonna go check and make sure everything's okay.
It's a security protocol I implemented. I knew you wouldn't understand.
I hate clones.
Get the doll.
- At least know somebody who has one? - I get your point.
...I want you to start singing really loud, " Happy Birthday. "
Technically, this could be committing suicide.
Your snowboard's behind your seat.
All right, enough philosophy.
...with zero defects, guaranteed. Thanks to RePet.
Did you have to hit me that hard?
I'm very sorry, sir.
Two of him, but you see what I mean.
Bastards. I knew it.
Everything's normal, Mr. Drucker, but we'll stay alert.
Gibson!
There you are.
No, no. Don't answer so fast.
Cooperate and everything will be fine.
This is Johnny Phoenix for the XFL...
You had her cloned?
Well, you cloned the wrong man.
...where the bones are buried- He won't even know he's a clone.
You! Up top!
Not you guys. Just us pilots.
Open your eyes.
But I think you are.
It's the natural process of life.
Not again.
...but the research that would have saved their son wasn't done...
Take her to your mother's...
Those were brand-new boots!
Shit, Oliver! Why'd you have to die?
I can still save you, Adam.
That's not only illegal, we're years from the technology to do it.
I have the syncording that proves you're a clone.
Just the highlights.
Sorry about this.
Does Drucker know you're talking about killing innocent people?
Let's be friends.
I love this card. Beautiful.
No charge. Thank you very much.
Can I help you?