Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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