Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sarah, it's me!

Are you complaining, Paul? What are you saying?

um... we kinda got into it this morning.

You mean something like, uh, this? Wireless, discreet,

Make sure Kira's ok, yeah?

I didn't know her.

- I'd have to kill you. - Ha! Ha...

Well, what's going on with Paul?

I can't just leave now and think about going to Rio.

Uh, deterrence, or surveillance?

Um, um, oh, God. I am so sorry.

You mean he may not even know he's watching a clone?

I need... scissors.

Lying there in that morgue.

she couldn't have kids.

- You can use that. - What do you think

You mind if I get through Paul first?

none of the politics.

I don't leave prints when I burgle.

I didn't mean to get all tangled up with you.

Got me into this mess in the first place, huh?

What happened to your scar?

Wait, just, um, just squeeze them, ok?

Last time I checked, I'm the only one defending us.

Ha! Ha! Um, can you run

This place is antiseptic.

Well, you tell me!

Pretending to be dead.

How you doing, boss? Nice to see you,

- genetic markers? - You're thinking...

Sure, we had our ups and downs, but everything was fine.

Paul's whole world feels fake now.

- You bitch, you faked it? - You've got the wrong person.

You have killers grades.

- What hell is that supposed to mean? - Open the box, Donnie!

Is every man in your life a complete wanker except me?

Hey, hey, where's the money?

you can hear this. Yes! Yeah, I can.

The scar on your neck from the mountain bike crash.

Ok, whoever gets in first wins!

So it wasn't a bloody dream, then, was it?

How could you goddamn do this to me? Ah! Ahh!

- The barcode gene? - Mm-hmm.