Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I have a boo-boo.
What are you doing?
So, you see...
It has a nondisclosure clause. During the flight...
Sally, who's next? Okay, put him on.
Very nice. Bye-bye.
In the final stage, using RePet's cerebral syncording process...
Yeah, but they all have Sim-Pals.
- What was that? - Nothing.
I'll sleep better knowing you're around.
Shit.
What the hell is going on?
Mr. Drucker! You gave-
gerl
Do you see what I'm doing for you?
Shoot me.
We're here. Woodland Mall.
What's that? What?
I'll have to get you some tickets.
...meanwhile, the other one strolls in and takes his wife and kid.
...to soften people up to human cloning.
...there were almost no more fish left in the ocean...
You'd know better about that?
- Amazing. - You here for the blood test?
Hello, Adam.
Destination Double X Charter Airport selected.
Oh, gee.
Good. Because your shooting sucks.
- Good night. - Take it easy.
- Will you do it? - No.
What you don't understand is, she doesn't want to be cloned.
An exact picture of your mind.
What am I to do without you?
We're running the scan again.
Hide.
We'll find them.
Very sad. Because at other times, he seems almost rational.
You know what really bothers me?
Hiding under the table.
That's odd.
And get Wiley and some men up to my office now.
Come on!
Everything's under control.
I didn't know if I wanted another kid so late.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
Imagine: Two turtles are walking through the desert-
Here it is. This is a fresh one.
Nice 'do.
Oh, God.
As if being the first quarterback to earn $300 million isn't enough.
Doesn't anyone stay dead anymore?
Do you think human cloning laws should be changed?
Help!
Look...
No, you're not.
I'm Michael Drucker. You must be Adam Gibson.
Just try not to breathe.
Let's take a look at yours.
Dad, can I have a Sim-Pal for your birthday?
- Are you reporting a felony? - Yes.
Good morning. Are you gentlemen the owners?
...to inside information on his sports teams.
Get rid of it! Adam, this is Tripp. It's his first time with us.
Excellent. Larry Stern, I'm with Mr. Drucker's advance team.
- ... and we cloned him yesterday. - So?
Gibson!
Now your vision. Place your chin here.
He was a good watchdog. Now he lets my car get stolen and barks.
Wait a second. How do I know he's not you and you're not him?
Suppose a 10-year-old boy is in the hospital, dying of liver cancer.
Take a look in the mirror.
You're the greatest, Dad.
We're in the business of life.
You want a gift on my birthday?
Oh, Sadie.
Let's go. Hit the alarm.
Griffin, it was a mistake.
...entering its 4th year and a lack...
This'll break her heart, you know that.
Obviously there's no charge for the cloning.
That must have been the clone.
I'm serious! Sadie, my cat... she's a RePet.
Blow out his tires this time!
So we're running a new scan.
She's supposed to be up there now, right?
...we can save that boy.