Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come in, Prometheus.
All you need is a dash of DNA and half a brain, right?
You know what this place is?
Yeah, east.
Did he catch something down there? We had our helmets off.
What do you believe, Ellie?
Ellie.
We got an incoming storm front.
Your mind and body are in a state of shock...
But you didn't.
Copy that. Switching feeds.
Stop. Don't touch it.
You want it, or you want to stay with me?
-...in five seconds. -Shit.
-Mr. Lawrence? -Yes?
-Nice and clean. -Haven't you told him they're all gone?
You, boy.
Yes?
Prometheus...
lt's inevitable.
Keep up!
David?
They shared no contact with one another, and yet....
Mr. Fifield, let's get a grid of the structure.
Prometheus to ground crew. You're running out of time.
You gotta be kidding me.
Hey, hey, hey.
Damn it, they've already taken off.
...but 10 hours ago.
They created us.
Janek, please believe me! Please!
Please!
Am l interrupting?
lf you said a dead old man wanted to talk to Martians, l'd pay.
Millburn, what does he mean? Wait.
So they...
Come on, let's go.
But you don't understand.
This is Prometheus.
...a lot like ours.
So help me God...
Destination threshold.
Why the hell would l help you?
Lifeboats away!
What do you think this thing was? Some kind of a god?
Transmitting message.
What the hell?
No, ma'am. Everyone is fine.
You think we wasted our time coming here, don't you?
It’s what I choose to believe.
-Countdown initiated. -lon propulsion...
Connect our suit cameras...
They only made a dozen of these.
David, continue. Tell him why l came.
Might wanna make your way down.
ls it--? ls it moving? Are these things moving?
How do you know that?
go to beddy-byes.
Hey, baby.
lt got out, it turned on them. The end.
Well, save me, anyway.
One of them probes picked up a life form.
Well, then wake them up.
...winds of airborne silica...
Some kind of sediment, perhaps.
Overlay.
l'll take a vodka. Up.
Sorry.
...l can communicate with them...
Millburn?
l do.
Ebola?
Okay!
-You ready, Chance? -Yes.
Yeah?
...21 percent oxygen...
l wasn't talking about--
-On three. -Two, three, up.
Come in.
lt looks like a door...
Well, if you can't be with the one you love
lt may be contaminated.
Drs. Holloway and Shaw, if you would please stand.
No!
Well, l'll be damned.
You could just say, ''Hey, l'm trying to get laid.''
You will do nothing but report back to me.
David, are you alone?