Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where you been, kid?

Cover u cover me cover evrybody! Sheesh

Stop fronting yourself. You know what l'm saying?

-Yesterday, my partner, he nailed this kid-- -l know about Murtaugh.

-Hey, where? -l don't know. I recognize him--

-Boy, I'm getting too old for this shit. -Not for me, you're not, sugar.

-lt's just a flesh wound. So it's okay.

Where are they?

I, uh, think we should talk to Billy Phelps.

You had no choice.

This is Sergeant Murtaugh.

You invest time and energy into training somebody.

Can you hear me?

-Yes, you did. -No. No, I didn't lose.

-My partner's in trouble. Watch out for him. -l got him!

You sank your money into this, out here in the middle of the fucking desert?

If it's just friendship, try shaking hands next time.

Trust me. Okay? Trust me.

And this guy comes in, introduced me to another guy...

I said don't hit him, Riggs.

You had a tip on Travis, you should have shared it with me.

Like, some guys wanted broads, another guy wanted Cuban cigars.

Whoo! -Sure enough. Whoo!

Son of a bitch. Shit. Crazy motherfucker!

Son of a bitch. No clip.

You back out now, and I'll make certain that only your dentist can identify the body.

-That's not the way l see it. -The chief will.

-You know what they're gonna say? -"Get the fuck out of here."

DR. EGGMAN IS COMING!!!

It's okay, it's okay. Just lie still. Just lie still.

I'm tired of it. I'm tired of it. Motherfucker.

Riggs! You stupid son of a bitch.

How much you got in there, a million? Million and a half?

-All right. Okay?

But l need ammo.

Hey, wait a minute. You forgot to sign.

My whole body's numb. l can't feel it.

Wash your hands, Riggs.

I love you, Dad.

-Oh, let's just shoot him. -Oh, oh, oh, what is he crazy?

- Keep your hands down. - Give my fucking wallet back!

Dolphin, octopus.

Stick around. This is the good part.

Of course I won’t.

Rog, I think we ought to check this out.

You know I love you, Riggs. And your problems are my problems, all right?

We'll get some back-dated permits.

-Rianne, l think you have a new friend here. -Yeah.

-Termites? -Uh-huh.

And all busted by the same police officer...

You used to be one of us, for chrissakes, Jack.

Can you handle this or should l radio for backup?

Happy retirement, Daddy

Somebody brought a monkey because the monkey knocked over the salad bar.

I do have a little problem.

Riggs, you're alive. Come here.

Go to hell, Riggs.

And you're gonna come back with your friends.

You're in trouble. You got termites.

I can't believe you did that. I got a spare in the trunk.

I know this guy. What are you watching, Geraldo?

-Okay. Sure, l can do this. -Remember that name?

When you test positive for Covid -19

You better tell me who's the sound editor or i'll blow your f**king head off!

-Gonna come wish me luck? -Rianne?

-lt sounded like one when it happened. Shit.

Get out of the way.

Well, he did it to me.

I have contracts signed.

-l do. Big plans. -Sure. Big plans?

No, I said forget it.

I think you're really letting this retirement thing get you down, Rog.

Won't you kind of miss all this good stuff when you retire?

Lankershim and Vineland. Where are we going, Rog?

Oh, my. There's more plastic than Cher.

I love you, son.

Mind and body strong now, grasshopper.

Guess not. Well, l'm cutting the red wire, okay?

He's a comedian in his spare time.

You're just thinking about yourself! Goddamn it.

Shut my mouth. -The man's on fire.

Well, point to it.

She calls me all the time. And she leaves me notes. What am I gonna do?

-Go for it. -All right.

That's okay, sir. Thanks a lot.

The only thing holding up your house is the paint.

What, do you throw it at people? Pretty heavy.

-Take the stairs, man, it's faster. Okay, thanks.

-l've never been to Portugal. -Stop joking.

You're supposed to grow old with someone...

I didn't say his name was Jack.

Uh, who are--? Who is it? Hello?

Yes, it is itchy. These doctors are savages.

Oh. Hey, l think a little mess adds to the charm.

Hey, Riggs! Crazy son of a bitch.

You have the right to remain silent.

It happens. Probably saw a radio on the back seat.

-Grab the cat. -Grab the cat?

-Brain surgery? -No, a lapotomy.

Okay, there it is. You happy? Let's go.

Mr. Jack Travis.

M A Griffith We’ve got plenty of stock

Honey, open your eyes. Open your eyes.

-Maybe they know something. -l'll find out.

-Bring him this way, guys. -l can't believe this. l just--

You've gotta come see me.

Watch out. You okay, honey?

-Why's she taking--? -Please, Mr. Getz. You'll get--

No, it's full up already. Put it in the back seat.

What are you trying to prove out there, huh?

-What? What? -A minute ago you said blue.

Hey, word, Riggs

Okay, now that you mention it, the bathroom has been completely remodeled...

Ooh! Ooh! Riggs! Riggs! Roger! Roger!

He stuck it in my leg and ran it around eight times.

-That's all right. -No, no, I'm sorry.

-l ain't been to Portugal. -Beautiful.