Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Whoo! -Sure enough. Whoo!
-l do. Big plans. -Sure. Big plans?
Lankershim and Vineland. Where are we going, Rog?
Okay, there it is. You happy? Let's go.
Hey, wait a minute. You forgot to sign.
-l ain't been to Portugal. -Beautiful.
You know I love you, Riggs. And your problems are my problems, all right?
M A Griffith We’ve got plenty of stock
Son of a bitch. No clip.
Son of a bitch. Shit. Crazy motherfucker!
And you're gonna come back with your friends.
-That's all right. -No, no, I'm sorry.
-Grab the cat. -Grab the cat?
Darryl?
I love you, Dad.
I'm tired of it. I'm tired of it. Motherfucker.
-lt sounded like one when it happened. Shit.
Ooh! Ooh!
Woo-hoo.
You're in trouble. You got termites.
-Go for it. -All right.
But l need ammo.
Riggs, you're alive. Come here.
No, I said forget it.
-Gonna come wish me luck? -Rianne?
-All right. Okay?
Riggs.
And this guy comes in, introduced me to another guy...
You had a tip on Travis, you should have shared it with me.
-Termites? -Uh-huh.
-l've never been to Portugal. -Stop joking.
Yes, it is itchy. These doctors are savages.
-What? What? -A minute ago you said blue.
DR. EGGMAN IS COMING!!!
Go to hell, Riggs.
Another baby.
I do have a little problem.
Cover u cover me cover evrybody! Sheesh
I said don't hit him, Riggs.
Hang on.
Can you handle this or should l radio for backup?
Oh, shit.
Oh, shit!
Shut my mouth. -The man's on fire.
He's a comedian in his spare time.
Stop fronting yourself. You know what l'm saying?
Hey, word, Riggs
I, uh, think we should talk to Billy Phelps.
-Oh, let's just shoot him. -Oh, oh, oh, what is he crazy?
How much you got in there, a million? Million and a half?
You're supposed to grow old with someone...
If it's just friendship, try shaking hands next time.
And all busted by the same police officer...
You better tell me who's the sound editor or i'll blow your f**king head off!
-Yesterday, my partner, he nailed this kid-- -l know about Murtaugh.
It's okay, it's okay. Just lie still. Just lie still.
I love you, son.
That's okay, sir. Thanks a lot.
I have contracts signed.
Rog, I think we ought to check this out.
Wash your hands, Riggs.
Trust me. Okay? Trust me.
Where you been, kid?
Well, he did it to me.
My whole body's numb. l can't feel it.
You used to be one of us, for chrissakes, Jack.
-That's not the way l see it. -The chief will.
You back out now, and I'll make certain that only your dentist can identify the body.
I know this guy. What are you watching, Geraldo?
Guess not. Well, l'm cutting the red wire, okay?
-Rianne, l think you have a new friend here. -Yeah.
It happens. Probably saw a radio on the back seat.
Riggs! Riggs!
Dolphin, octopus.
Oh, my. There's more plastic than Cher.
This is Sergeant Murtaugh.
When you test positive for Covid -19
Get out of the way.
Of course I won’t.
What are you trying to prove out there, huh?
Stick around. This is the good part.
Hmm...
You sank your money into this, out here in the middle of the fucking desert?
You've gotta come see me.
Uh, who are--? Who is it? Hello?
What, do you throw it at people? Pretty heavy.
I need ammo
Happy retirement, Daddy
Won't you kind of miss all this good stuff when you retire?
I can't believe you did that. I got a spare in the trunk.
Surprise.
-Maybe they know something. -l'll find out.
Mind and body strong now, grasshopper.
We'll get some back-dated permits.
Watch out. You okay, honey?
You had no choice.
Oh. Hey, l think a little mess adds to the charm.
Goddamn.
It's not okay.
No, it's full up already. Put it in the back seat.
Riggs! You stupid son of a bitch.
-Brain surgery? -No, a lapotomy.
Somebody brought a monkey because the monkey knocked over the salad bar.
Hey! -Riggs!
She calls me all the time. And she leaves me notes. What am I gonna do?
You're just thinking about yourself! Goddamn it.
-Yes, you did. -No. No, I didn't lose.
-Hey, where? -l don't know. I recognize him--
-Take the stairs, man, it's faster. Okay, thanks.
-Bring him this way, guys. -l can't believe this. l just--
- Keep your hands down. - Give my fucking wallet back!
You have the right to remain silent.
-Boy, I'm getting too old for this shit. -Not for me, you're not, sugar.
Where are they?
I didn't say his name was Jack.
-You know what they're gonna say? -"Get the fuck out of here."
He stuck it in my leg and ran it around eight times.
Ooh! Ooh! Riggs! Riggs! Roger! Roger!
Well, point to it.
Like, some guys wanted broads, another guy wanted Cuban cigars.
-My partner's in trouble. Watch out for him. -l got him!
-Why's she taking--? -Please, Mr. Getz. You'll get--
-lt's just a flesh wound. So it's okay.
Hey, Riggs! Crazy son of a bitch.
Honey, open your eyes. Open your eyes.
Okay, now that you mention it, the bathroom has been completely remodeled...
Can you hear me?
Mr. Jack Travis.
You invest time and energy into training somebody.
The only thing holding up your house is the paint.
I think you're really letting this retirement thing get you down, Rog.
-Okay. Sure, l can do this. -Remember that name?