The 6th Day

Adam Gibson:
Doesn't anybody die any more?

Adam Gibson:
I want my life back.

Drucker:
We won't have to lose our Mozarts. We won't have to lose our Martin Luther Kings. We will have finally conquered death.

Drucker:
It costs me 1.2 million to bring you guys back. Try to be worth the money.

Wile E. Coyote:
I've been killed twice in two hours.

Marshall:
We've all been killed before.

Talia:
Kinda takes the fun out of living, doesn't it?

Adam Gibson:
I might be back.

Adam Gibson:
If you really believe that then you should clone yourself while you're still alive.

Drucker:
Why is that? So I can understand your unique perspective?

Adam Gibson:
No. So you can go f*** yourself!

[Later, when Drucker's clone is lying on the real Drucker]

Adam Gibson:
When I told you f*** yourself, I didn't mean for you to take it literally.

Adam Gibson:
Try to stay dead this time.

Adam Gibson:
My daughter's inside. I don't want her exposed to any graphic violence, she gets enough from the media.

Adam Gibson:
If you really believe that then you should clone yourself while you're still alive.

Drucker:
Why is that? So I can understand your unique perspective?

Adam Gibson:
No. So you can go f*** yourself!

Adam Gibson:
You read my mind?

Drucker:
Just the highlights.

Adam Gibson:
That's enough philosophy for now.

Michael Drucker:
Johnny. How's my favorite quarterback?

Johnny Phoenix:
I would say I feel like a million bucks, but I'd hate to take a cut in pay.

Title cards:
God created man in His own image, and behold, it was very good. And the evening and the morning were the sixth day. GENESIS 1.27, 31

Adam Gibson:
[clone to original, just after punching out original]

Adam Gibson:
That's for sleeping with my wife.

Hank Morgan:
My cat, Sadey? She's a repet

Adam Gibson:
You had your cat cloned?

Hank Morgan:
Yeah, well, she fell out my condo window

Adam Gibson:
...ouch

Adam Gibson:
There's someone in my house, eating my birthday cake, with my family, and it's not me!

Clara Gibson:
Dad, did Oliver die? Is he a RePet?

Adam Gibson:
Why do you say that?

Clara Gibson:
You locked him outside.

Adam Gibson:
I did? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but I haven't been myself lately.

Marshall:
[just lost a leg] You're gonna pay! Those were brand new boots!

Adam Gibson:
Who gets to decide who lives or dies? You?

Drucker:
You've got a better idea?

Drucker:
[Coyote has just been killed for a third time] Don't bring him back again.