Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What are you up to, Crichton?
You know, Crichton, Peacekeepers wouldn't even kill their prisoners to study them.
Go!
Yeah, yeah. She looks familiar.
Sir, we need you in the medical unit.
A door to Earth we don't know how to close.
Crichton: Dad!
Dad.
I mean...
They don't have any weapons on board the transport!
Kill that switch.
(speaking African dialect)
You're an alien and they're freaking out.
We spent our lives waiting for this moment.
I'll hold them off here as long as I can.
This is exactly the way I remember it.
Been in there.
Miss, I know this is this is going to sound insane,
So I thought I'd give it to somebody.
Goodbye, Dad.
Why would you make me think that he was dead?
No.
What we've done since before I was hatched.
Trust me.
I don't know! I can't see them!
They're from when I left!
D'Argo's on his way to a military base in Utah and the warehouse has been swept clean.
We actually never met.
Pilot: You're almost at entry vector.
Look, I've been away for, what would you say, seven months?
What's going on?
Of course we didn't kill him.
No? How about Babe Ruth?
They know you're out?
If you'd only been reasonable.
You opened a door, son.
Deja vu.
He's off my sensors.
We created his corpse.
They took D'Argo somewhere.