Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, which way now?
lf you didn't, why are you here?
What?
Tell him we came, just like he asked.
-Do it. -No!
My Clean as Whistle.
Boys, this is the captain. Listen up.
What did you want them to be? Wrong?
You see this thing?
He said:
l want it out of me.
Cup of tea, ma'am?
Love the one
l want to know if it's natural or if somebody put it there.
Speak to him, David.
Engage landing sequence.
No, l'm out of here.
Weyland was a superstitious man.
Attention:
Look, Ford. lt's the head.
...you are the most special person l have ever met in my life...
Final report of the vessel Prometheus.
He wanted a true believer onboard.
Since you and he were...
Heaven.
No! No, Charlie!
Oh, God. l'm so sorry.
...this is the captain.
Sorry.
Pups are saying this way.
This ship is taking off!
Hey, Wallace.
Just like home.
...if you wanna get laid...
Hey.
No, what are you doing?
...you still believe, don't you?
Ellie, no!
l'm really glad we didn't bring weapons.
...Fifield. Really.
What makes you think that's female?
Dr. Holloway, why don't you take a seat?
l don't understand.
Could be metal.
Beautiful painting.
l think they want us to come and find them.
The ship and her...
Go!
Oh, no!
He don't look too good.
Like Mummy.
We must leave now.
Not too close, l hope.
...what we thought they were.
Copy that, sir.
Charlie, what's wrong?
l got you. We're gonna get you out of here.
Miss Vickers.
...cryostasis until we return to Earth.
...listen to me.
...injuries.
Look, l'm just a geologist.
Please, don't touch anything.
Hands off!
lt's a mural.
l deserve to know why.
Let's attempt Schleicher's fable.
...we're attempting to identify what caused the head...
-Just do it. -Let's get him back to the ship.
We need the holidays...
Charlie! The head!
Maybe it's a little...
...do you copy?
...was discovered at every last one of them.
...we have two.
-Come on! -lnitiating anesthetics.
No. No.
Drink plenty of water. Drink plenty of fluids.
You know...
Neither one of us is leaving this place.
Here's mud in your eye, pal.
go to beddy-byes.
l believe l can.
Fifield?
Thank you, David.
A fucking glitch, man. ''Pings, glitch, life form.'' What the fuck?
There are many others.