Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sorry to disappoint you. Come here.
You want to go to the GYM POD
Pull me!
It's us.
...the organs failed.
Must be why I like you so much.
Just moments before his final departure to The Island...
I'm feeling much better.
When that web2 job hitting hard I want to go to The Island!
Thanks.
This is gonna be the exact same routine as last time.
I always get the gray stripe. I never get any color.
Look, my doctor said that my liver will start failing within the next two years.
Good.
They keep finding people and bringing them here. From where?
I have to go in the morning.
Let's go! Come on, come on, come on!
Go hot.
- Why do we sound different? - I'm from Scotland.
In two years' time, I will be able to cure children's leukemia.
Over there!
Okay.
...and folds it neatly back in my drawer, but who?
How did it survive out there, anyway? How does anyone survive?
We don't fly in bad weather.
You'd think with the money they make, they could afford decent equipment.
The product of 3 billion years of evolution.
- Eggs, please. - Okay.
I'm sure you're excited to get to The Island.
I mean, you're not human.
You want to go to The Island.
I brought you into this world...
- Anywhere but here. - But there's nothing.
Lincoln.
Get up, Dick. Get up and help me find Sally.'
We will. We will. That's our only chance.
Do as I say! Do as I say!
...and I can't account for it.
- Seal that liver now. - Check the back corners.
There's no contamination. It was a lie.
...it's the client.
Surprise me.
This might not mean anything to you, but there are thousands of us.
You've been chosen.
Mac doesn't talk much about his work at the Institute.
- Jones, you ever get bored doing this? - Doing what?
Where is Flower? You on Flower?
They're not gonna care. They don't care. They're gonna care?
And when he was killed, me and my brothers were branded...
No. How long will this take?
What's up?
- Safe to say it's over? - Yes, very safe.
Stories too.
My name is Lincoln Six Echo.
Mind the hose. Technician will be here shortly.
You need to see this.
It's cold.
- Don't let me go, Lincoln! - I got you!
Route 39. Route 39.
But they're not his.
Suzie.
Coronavirus got us like
Just give her some air, okay?
Oh, God!
This is our public-relations director, Mr. Whitman.
- What? - "Dude."
- I can't fit! I can't fit! - Move it!
We already have the mechanism in place.
Get them! Let's go!
Okay, shall we go? Are you ready?
- You gotta try. Come on. - Where?
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Gentlemen.
- Could you look up my file, please? - Sit back.
I think I got an ID. Two in the center.
- Hey, you're cutting. - Yeah.
I think we need to turn this bad day into a good day.
You're like the replacement engines on their Bentley.
Sir?
Right.
It's like he's experienced 30 years, not three, which is impossible.