Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Like so. So you whip the head.
You're going against the grain.
Hey, I wonder what Murphy's got in his trunk.
Okay.
Don't you get it?
-l'll take your word for it. -You gotta see this.
-Me? -Yes, you.
-lt's a girdle. -What?
-How? -l gotta listen to you bitch about them!
-l know. l read your report. -Yeah.
This fool picked the wrong time to mess with the wrong lady.
Seven days to retirement, I'm busted down to patrolman.
Your guy, hockey. The best seats in the house.
Just back up a little bit. A little bit more. Okay, good.
What? What's been accessed?
-That gun has a history. Wanna know it? -Tell me.
-Right. Travis. -Travis.
Don't get points for those.
I haven't got any friends, you know that, Rog. Well, except you.
Uh-huh. Employed by a company called Mesa Verde Construction.
-Hello. Hey, l gotta talk to Roger. Leo.
Shit!
All right, honey. Let me drive. We're in pursuit.
Go.
...Lieutenant Jack Edward Travis.
He was one of us.
It's bad for the digestion.
He's done it twice now. Damn.
Hey, that was dynamite driving.
Son of a bitch. lt works. Shit.
I'm just looking for some orange juice.
-They do, huh? -Yeah, they do.
Yeah. With a telescope big enough to see Venus.
-Yeah, 24 years. -Yeah, but is it working?
Boy, these six days is gonna be rough.
Hi. lt's my first day at work.
Fuck you, asshole!
Sergeant Martin Riggs, heh.
Those guys from the garage, they're all ex-cons.
I ran out of biscuits, all right? Give me a break.
Yeah.
WORD RIGGS !
-l can't believe you did that. With Walters.
-Did l say blue? -Riggs, you said blue.
-l can't believe they did that. -Twenty-one and 1 8, clear.
-Thought it looked familiar. -That gun and 1 5,000 others like it...
I'm just great.
Back to bed. Back to bed.
-Right here in my wallet. -No, your vest, you dummy.
Hey, you know, you can eat a box of them. I'm still dying for a cigarette.
-Oh, shit. How could l forget? -Red wire, blue wire, same thing.
Ooh! Excuse me. Excuse me.
Moon, lunar, lunatics. They're everywhere.
Okay? l did it. I did it.
Hey, hey, hey. Hands off the clothes. Okay, baby?
-l get it. -Real estate right now but....
Leo's not just a real-estate broker.
I'm here for you.
-Hubie, get the truck ready. -Right.
I was only looking at it.
Built on guns and bloodshed.
Rianne, l'm so sorry. I feel like a microbe right now.
Well, it was free-flowing earlier.
-Okay. There's a clock in your room.
Get your hands up, asshole.
Back up a bit. We don't want you to bump into this pole.
I've given it a lot of thought, Riggs.
No keys. Tsk, tsk. l could hot-wire it.
Semantics? I'm always up for some antics.
Mrs. Smithers. Ma'am?
What do you got under there?
-lt was a good plan. It worked. -lt worked? It didn't work.
- God. - No. You're Murtaugh and l'm Riggs.
I love it down here, don't you, Murph?
Listen, Riggs, I was raised with four brothers.
-lt's a Westie. -Morning. Westie?
-Now what? -That son of a bitch.
-Yeah, you scared them away. -No, they couldn't afford the financing.
What the hell's going on here?
It happened to me!
Armored-car guy? -Yeah. They're out on the streets.
I'm looking at it.
Hey, Riggs. Cop killers.
Son, stay still.
-l told you l could do it. Closer!
Don't worry.
We got hurt all the time...
Yeah, yeah. Okay. l'll be right there.
Hey, buddy, you all right?
-lt's under control. Let's go. -Bomb squad?
Did you see that? They're my partners.
Grabbed his cluster.
Maybe a ground-to-air missile.
Son of a bitch.
He thinks I don't know l'm dying. I know it.
-What's wrong with Mad? Nothing, l used to read it.
I don't wanna hit you. You think I like this shit?
Shh. Shh. Shh.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait!
Give me the lock-up keys.
Of course l won't
Sorry, pal. Where's the tunnel? Gangway!