Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Excuse me, do you own your home?
-You shouldn't have led her on. -Led her on? I didn't do anything, Riggs.
He spent the night in hospital.
Never seen so many suspensions and reprimands and charges of misconduct.
Oh, l love surprises.
-...and you're hassling me? -Shut up!
No. No.
Okay, but keep your head down. Keep your head down.
Get those cases and kill that dog.
-Leo, it's gonna be okay. -Yeah, well, I'm-- I'm numb.
- Find one that fits. - Ten more years of this.
-What? Didn't you brush your teeth? Hold it, mister.
At least he didn't tell them about that nail-gun incident.
That wasn't a toy in his hand.
I'm here to talk to a prisoner, sergeant, Billy Phelps.
-Threat or scare? -The real thing.
-Don't push. -All of you, go!
He shot me. Look at all the blood.
Do tell me.
Where's Riggs? Where the hell is Riggs?
You could do with less aggravation. Come to work with me.
Oh, no, shit. You don't wanna hear. This is piddly shit.
You'll be fine. -Ouch. That's--
-Okay, okay, okay. l got you. -Jesus Christ.
- At least. - l'll get married in here.
Early paroles on the work furlough program.
All right. Just stay close.
Watch.
God, don't do this to me. Breathe.
Travis.
Get back to work.
Here.
-You got any silver, any change? -We're cops.
- Any ideas? - Lucky thing we got a plan.
-Whatever you say, Jack. -Good.
-l'll give you a real good reason. -Hey, Tyrone, this is Travis.
-Get off me! What is it with you? Hold it.
-Wanna sign in here, sarge? -Sure.
Happy Retirement!
You really are a beautiful man.
Blood bubbles. Okay.
Uh, right here. Rianne's got a new job. l promised her I'd stop by.
-Morning, Trish. Hey.
Look how he's covering up.
Happy Retirement Wayne!
Sorry, honey, l gotta do it. l gotta look.
This PMS, it's murder.
Okay, l'll remember that. We saved a cat. What do you want?
I wouldn't know. I'm not interested in armored cars.
- Yeah. - So what?
And, um, meet me in my office.
A little pepper, then you massage it a little bit.
Hey, you started this.
...who fired on a police officer, your partner.
Just like houses, friendships need strong foundations.
Yeah. Hey, Fast Eddie.
Hey, Smitty, come here. Come here.
Where's it stored? Where did they move it?
What's wrong with you? Don't l pay you good? Don't l take care of you?
Riggs! Hey, Riggs. Riggs!
I wanna know now. Where did this gun come from?
Move on out to Travis Town.
I haven't got any problems, Rog.
- Leo. - Listen, l got great news, okay?
-Oh, Jesus. -Okay, relax.
Let's keep cool. You better get your girdle out of mothballs.
Oh, yeah. You kill a lot of people.
-Jack. -Bye, Billy.
-Listen, where's the sergeant? -He's not here at the moment, Delores.
-Word. -Word.
Come on, what do you say? We got a deal?
I don't care whose mistake it was. She's fired.
-Am I getting to you? You trying to bait me?
You're lying on the ice.
Okay, this is it. See, these guys always wanted me to do favors for them.
Hey, hey. Give me my fucking wallet.
No, I take that back.
...and you whip that head around to catch the target over there.
Get off of my boat, Riggs.
Hey, go spit, Riggs.
-Don't tell me to get out! -Get out. Leo, out, out!
Riggs! Riggs!
-l'm afraid l insist. -Oh, you insist?
They got a housing project called Rancho Arroyo.
I'm okay. I think we gotta book this guy for not wearing his seat belt though.
so doug
What the hell's going on?
You wash your hands?
Twenty-two? Come on. You got protection?
Jaywalking? Oh, Jesus, come on.
All right.