Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How are you?
Lower your weapon. Just call ADA MacDonald, please, on the radio.
Eddie!
- He wanted to tell the truth. - Fuck the truth!
But she live in Seattle.
He all excited.
- Eddie, this is my sister, Diane. - What?
So...
What time is it, man?
- Here, come on. - What are you doing?
Get in here! Get in that door!
Can you picture big Barry White stealing 300 tires? He changed.
Still here.
Keep in touch. Peace.
A couple others you don't wanna know about.
- Jack, you still there? - Yeah.
A hurricane.
...I never figured on trading 9 mils with my friend.
Now, this could be a good thing for you, Jack.
Frank?
I'm not... I came up in foster care. Had a lot of birthdays.
- Don't move! Down on your knees. - I'm not armed.
- Hey. - What's the damn answer?
It's a hypothetical question, man, damn.
...because, honestly, I don't think this dude is doing too good.
It's Detective Mosley for you.
I get back to my house...
What'd you do this time, Jack?
You gonna rush me out to court, and now you stopping? What are you...?
You let him take the old lady to the hospital.
Come on!
All right, I'm impressed, Jack.
The bus is empty.
You know how much it gonna take me to open the bakery?
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!
Pull that trigger, you go to jail for life.
Okay.
Not to mention that you got a leak in your office.
...I promise you I will speak from my heart...
Hey. Thank you for coming.
Chuck Berry.
All right, we're out of here.
Sam. Hey, Angela.
Excuse me, ma'am, would you mind...? Somebody mind swiping me in?
I'm on my way. I'm gonna get there.
No.
Look, if it hadn't happened the way that it did, if he hadn't died...
He's gotta be at the courthouse by 10. We know where he's going.
- Come on, Mal! This way. - Got you.
- What do you know, detective? - Like the captain said, he flipped.
Make a hole, make a hole. Come on, make a hole.
That type of thing, like Tweety Bird or Bugs Bunny or something like that.
I'm moving to Seattle. My sister's already living out there.
Gun!
You lost the kid, didn't you?
- Who is that? - Hold your fire!
We'll take it from here. Are you looking for him?
What you doing that for? We need that.
- Sorry. - Who is that? You can't go in here.
All right, well, we can have an officer come by about 8 a.m. tomorrow.
No gun.
- Stay in the car. - Little out of your sector, aren't you?
Frank, we're on our way down.
Jack Mosley.
I'm about seven blocks from you.
Ortiz! Ortiz, give me a piece. Give me a piece! Get over here.
Let's move in.
I don't know, I never died before.
Back up.
Oh, yeah.
I guess this will be my last will and testament.
Let's not do anything rash. This thing can end without bloodshed.
I'm just gonna step in here, nice and easy...