Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That barren pasture,
Garlic.
MAN: We're done.
Stop.
I'm gonna tell Mr. Wallace you tried to shoot me first.
JOI: I'm getting cabin fever.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
ANA: Well, there's a bit of every artist in their work.
Tilt up.
K: No one.
Interlinked.
ANA: There's a bit of every artist in their work.
I know what's real.
(RAIN PATTERING)
MR. COTTON: The nickel is for the colonial ships.
Well, if it were true,
to that grand life off-world.
No.
(CHATTERING CONTINUES)
Yet the pins do not align. The door remains locked.
do you?
I prefer to keep an empty stomach
Caution, keep clear.
(CHILDREN COUGHING)
(DRONE HOVERING)
Warning...
Oh, you don't even smile.
Fire.
Move forward.
But I was locked in a sterile chamber at eight, so...
[chair clattering]
To be alone.
(DOORBELL CHIMES)
RACHAEL: Do you like our owl?
- (EXHALES) You can't? - Nope.
(DISTORTED) "K"? "K"? "K"? "K"? "K"?
Was there anything unusual about how you found her?
Sorry. (CHUCKLES)
As human as you want them to be.
(WHISPERS) It's from a tree.
A child.
Rachael.
Not so much there as you think.
It's okay.
Coffee?
Hmm.
Her eyes were green.
Did it never occur to you
Go to seven.
Off-world is waiting.
I can help you get outta this station alive,
[CHAIR CLATTERING
(RADIO CHATTER IN OTHER LANGUAGES)
unless engineered.
It's fine-point, like a scalpel.
You are a wonder to me, Mr. Deckard.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
It's pretty.
Joe.
Sorry.
Yes, ma'am.
Well, would it help you share if I told you it was an order?
JOI: (CHUCKLES) Just go scrub.
Only I know...
I just wanna find out where it's from.
What the fuck is with you?
PILOT 2: Base, this is 06 outbound departure...
They made money seem like candy.
WITHIN CELLS INTERLINKED
I always knew you were special.
A boy and a girl.
I've got millions
(PANTING)
(PANTING)
Take my hand
You're a cop.