Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...were stolen from a police storage facility before they could be destroyed.
Let's go. Let's go!
-That's been accessed. -Somebody knows.
I’m outta business without valves
I owe this guy one. Give me something to do.
I'm about to make you one of the best things you ever had in your life.
- Yeah, me too. - So am I, Dad.
This guy's on parole.
What are you doing giving him Mesa Verde?
Hey, hey. Leo, Leo. -What?
How long has Phelps been doing this?
Oh, damn, Riggs.
-You and l have to talk. -Talking to you is bad for my image.
Because we're partners, no commission. Okay?
-That must've hurt. -Right.
What have you got to lose?
-What did l do? -Stand there.
It's a cross between Police Gazette and Mad magazine.
Pivot on the right, kick with the left, get that head round and spot that target.
Oh! Oh!
-Cover me. -Cover you?
-l'd really like to talk to him. -l don't think that's a good idea.
Punch a clock for 30 years. Retirement.
I don't know what l'm saying anymore. I don't know what l'm thinking.
She kissed me. She finds me irresistible.
-Where'd you get her from? -What are you doing out of the hospital?
Forget it. I haven't got any problems. I was out of line saying that shit.
Um, Riggs, look....
You're crazy.
Six-William-Six, location west--
You tell that man
Casa what?
-Back off, back off! -Aah!
Rianne came to see me. She asked me to find you.
What is this, a convention?
Oh, shit!
Go with the grain.
We're gonna take care of it. You'll be out of here. No big deal.
Huh? Huh?
Tell me you lost. Admit to it.
-Old razor? -Old face.
-We got it. -Yeah.
-Oh, God. -You're infested.
Let me help her.
The fuck you say to me You little shit
Ah. First thing is the fat.
He's not here.
When I do retire, I hope your next partner is just like you.
...happens to me. So try me.
- Fucking weasel. - What the hell's going on here?
They'll say, "Back in uniform again."
Thank you. Thank you. Now you try it.
-Good idea. -Okay, hey, wait. l'll come with you.
I want you all to have a look at these lovely bullets.
-Jack, what the fuck? -Get in the car. l'll tell you after the ride.
You all right?
-ls that you? -Bartholomew.
And you let him slip through your fingers.
Freeze that. Stop it. Jack Travis.
Okay, all right. All right. Stop here and l'll just get out.
It's a bitch.
I see this isn't virgin territory. What is this? A knife?
But l can't.
You fucking prick!
Come on in, bitch.
What's the difference?
-Uh-huh. -There.
-l got shot in the line of duty, okay? -He's with us.
l know where that is. -Why don't we check it out?
Doesn't anybody feed you? Come on.
See you, Billy.
Uh....
There's no bomb. It's probably a false alarm.
-Go! Go! Let's go! -Yeah, yeah.
Riggs, later.
-This is a weapon. Yeah. -A weapon?
You're lucky your wife's here. You're lucky--
You don't like to share your toys?
They knew where the guns were and how to get in.
Give that to your mom. Maybe she'll stick it on the refrigerator.
-You did. -No, I didn't. l cut the blue wire.
Okay? Once again, Leo Getz has delivered.
Keep joking, but l guarantee you're gonna like this burger.
Hey, you better start telling me more than jack shit.
-Get out of the way! -No, no, no. The video cameras.
-Let's take a walk. -Hey, wait here for me.
Okay, okay. I'm not touching you. I'm not touching you.
Hey word nick Word dad
-Popular guy today. -Somebody with him?
-What happened to him? -l don't know.
-Oh, come on, Riggs. l can't do that. -Yes, you can.
You kill a fucking lot of people! You ever kill a baby?
Just a little bit. Sweet, sweet meat.
Son of a bitch. l'm gonna kill him! I'm gonna kill him!
I'm gonna eat your fucking heart!
Don't move. Don't move. I said just get back!
Rog, please don't do this, okay?
-That's a lot of woman there. -Shit.
You first.
I'm Jazz Man and he's classical. we're a double act
Huh? Oh, that's an ax. Some guy mistook my head for a log.
-My way? l don't have--! -Quiet!
-Hey, police! I need your bike, man. -What? This is bullshit.
Listen, l have to tell you these things, okay?
-Miss. -Thank you.
After that, they're gonna say, "Cut the blue wire," which l'm gonna do right now.
My uncle said, "You cut the fat, you kill the burger."
-Where'd you learn to fight? -Catholic school. Forget the dog.
-You got a warrant? -No, I don't have a warrant. I can get one.
Just be still.
-A hunch? -Remember the bomb under your toilet?
...that, uh, Swiss bank account is gonna come in pretty handy.
What is wrong with you? Are you an idiot?
Just don't touch it.
Po Po Po Po Power with BEARGLOVE!!!
See, you were my ticket in, Murph.
That's a good reason.
Killed a convenience-store clerk in L.A. County, July 1 990.
You're all heart. Here l thought you were gonna get all tender and maternal with me.
-How you doing? -Kissing, huh?
-Gonna let him cook? Do I have a choice?
I'll have him brought down for interrogation, okay?
I've been wrong about a couple things in my life, but l knew you wouldn't retire.