Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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