Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't get fingerprints on the door, and put the glass in the dishwasher.
Trish does my laundry. I live in your icebox. I live in your life.
We busted him, we can talk to him. Let's go.
Aah! Shit!
But I need valves
-There's a bomb in that building. -There's not.
Okay.
-Moving truck. -Moving truck? Ooh!
-l remember! I remember! -You remember!
...boy, I'm changing my mind about all that kung fu.
Hey you wanna try something?
I am. l am, all right?
His partner and him were on a stakeout. He went for coffee, never came back.
He's gonna have to face the music on his own.
-lt's for you, Rog. Me?
After watching Lorna handle herself so well...
Riggs, it's loaded with ammo.
Especially trying to pop an armored car.
Look, she may be wearing a skirt, but we're all brothers.
Everybody says, "Cut the fat."
He's dead. Come on, man, it was a clean shoot.
-l'm sure, okay? -Shit.
The fuck you say to me
My God, l killed that kid.
Yeah? Nice of you to steal that information.
The bottle's going south.
This is 6-William-6, this is 6-William-6.
-My feet are killing me. -They're killing me too.
I figure I can, uh, you know, make ends meet.
Right now. It's giving me the shits!
-We should've put the bag on the meter. -Put it in the glove compartment.
God!
Why don't you go back and beat your street?
...in the interrogation room.
Oh, that's pavement, dragged down Crenshaw. Mm-hm.
- Got it, Mom. - l'll get it.
-He's family. We gotta go somewhere else. -Who's she?
See what l mean?
-Let's, uh, get something for your cold. -l know what l'm talking about, Riggs.
Blow them out.
Well, let's just keep our eyes open.
Not really. lt's a dead issue, l'm afraid.
Get in the truck! Get!
Mr. Jack Travis, this is the L.A.P.D.
-l guess I'm not cut out for Internal Affairs. -Where is it?
-Aah! Hi, skinny.
-l did not. -You did.
You have the right to remain silent.
Shut up, Riggs.
Son of a bitch.
Two minutes for high-sticking.
It didn't happen to you. It happened to me.
...for another couple years.
-Great chase. -What are you doing here?
I want you to know there's a candle for every year in the force.
I'm Jazz Boy and he's classical. we're a double act
Of course I won't
You can't fire her for something I did.
- You're serious? - We got a dog and everything.
-What are you doing here? -Great car chase.
Sergeant, we have got to talk.
No, not Sergeant Cole from Traffic.
-Son of a bitch. I'm gonna-- Shh. Shh.
-No, you're not coming. -Yes, I am. l'll take my car.
-Oh, yeah. -Mm-hm.
-Bomb squad? -On their way.
-l'll see you, baby, okay? Bye-bye. -Okay. Bye.
Just a romantic evening by the fire, just the two of us.
-Take it easy. Two days. Two days and you'll be out.
Look, uh....
-Okay, take a little off the top. -Right here.
Yeah. Thank you, Leo. Son of a bitch.
Tell me, Rog, was it red wire, blue--?
- Blow them out. - Blow them out. Come on.
-What, you cut yourself shaving? -Yeah.
I never made it with another sergeant before.
Well, this is a pretty shonky job. I can dismantle it.
Heh, heh, whatever.
-Did somebody commit a murder? -Somebody's coming to see the house.
-My daughter came to your trailer? -What the hell?
This is more simplified. A bit more powerful, but more simplified.
-You self-righteous bastard. Give it. -Roger!
Sergeant Murtaugh.
-l don't care! l don't care! -Yes, you do!
- l hope nobody saw us. - They'll blame me.
What you talking about? I hurt my back lifting weights.
I'm driving, baby! Don't worry.
You said you had the cops under control.
First impression can often be the right one.
-No. You'll be okay. -Yeah, yeah. l'm dying, Roger.
We're cops. You're a cop, l'm a cop. We're on the same side.
-Look what they did to Murph's car. -Could've been worse.
-l had them for a long time. -Like what?
It's a normal day.
Step on it!
If you got the brains, there's not a thing anybody can do about it.
Where does it say that a gunshot wound requires a rectal exam?
...that he's the jam in my jelly roll.
Am l gonna have to listen to this?
Oh, hi, honey. How are you? I thought I asked you not to call me here.
-How do you know him? -l've seen the guy before.
This is it. This is the day.
- In the building. - Where?
That's something you should know about, huh?
Looks like he's had one cappuccino too many.
No, don't get out of the car, Riggs. No. Riggs!
-Hey, hey. Wait, wait. Riggs. Wait. -What?
You have the right to remain silent.
-l think he's okay for a change, doc. -Are you sure?
Let's foreclose on this son of a bitch.
I thought that bullet sounded different.
Hey. Hey.
I'm sorry.
The house is off the market.
You can't be on the ice.
Hey, don't even think about it, Riggs. Don't even try.
Because nobody wants to live next door to people like you. You're a menace.
You tell that man...
-What have you two been up to? -What do you mean? We were in pursuit.
Hey, get a chopper, man. Get a chopper.
We're all the same now. We all got shot.