Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, how you doing, son? Your mother know you're here?
-Tell me. -Know what? This is ridiculous.
The Phelps case has been transferred to Internal Affairs.
We'd like you to come back.
Oh!
Who sent you? Trish?
Hey, Riggs! Hey, Riggs!
Hey, how about treating your dad to breakfast today, okay?
l apologize to everybody. -Don't push him.
One got stuck in my lung. I was breathing blood bubbles. Disgusting.
-Riggs, you here? -Calm down.
-Damn it. Didn't know there was one...
Darryl, breathe.
Let's get out of here! Step on the gas.
-Employee problems. You know how it is? -Yeah, right.
Stop that shit. Cut it out.
-Permit? -You know what l'll do? Hold it.
-That'd be too easy. -Yeah.
I accessed Billy Phelps' phone records on my computer.
-Hey, hey, hey. Old dog, my ass, huh? -Yeah?
I got no dispute. l just came over to open the door for you.
-Oh, God. -Ah!
-Stay behind me. -Come on, let's go.
What's wrong with you? I said go on three, not two.
Shit.
Keep singing, baby. Just stay close.
Yeah.
I don't hear a "thank you."
-Fresh ones, huh? -Oh, yeah. Shaving cuts.
Observe.
Like, uh....
Guess you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
Hi, fellas. What's in all these boxes?
Hmm?
Anything but a gun. Here we are, busting our asses on the streets...
-You ought to learn to trust your instincts. -Oh, God.
-Need some help? An old fella like you-- -l'll show you a fella my age.
But I need valves
This could be a serious ethical breach here.
No, you're not. Rog, don't do this to yourself, all right?
After all the shit we've been through, don't you get it?
-You don't wanna hear it. -No, no. I'm here. l'm here.
You look like l feel.
But you and me, Smitty, we're gonna start over.
That great? Come on.
Call 91 1 .
Haven't seen him around in a while.
Want one? Want one? You hungry? Huh?
Riggs! Riggs!
Tomorrow you have lunch with me, but I'm not paying.
What are you talking about?
MAC-1 0, 9 mm, semi-automatic...
-We're trying to work here. -Okay.
World of computers, Murph. World of computers.
I need your bike. Sergeant Riggs, call it in. I need a couple clips too.
Happy Retirement Wayne!
Stop!
She's probably on the take too. What do you take me for?
...to get these weapons out of circulation and now they're headed right back out.
You find the man that put the gun in my son's hand.
Diaper rash makes you cranky, huh?
Well, it's obvious Murph was never a Boy Scout.
Nearly a cat-tastrophe, huh? Heh.
Why don't you cut out this classified bullshit?
Understand what l'm saying?
-Don't touch anything. -l wasn't. l didn't--
There's policemen at every exit, so it's no use trying to run.
Hey, Becker, how's it hanging?
You have to sign the contract before the suckers change their mind.
Hello?
Installed them six months ago.
-We're in the middle of a case. -Yeah.
Right? Good. Why don't we start to act like it, huh?
We should go to Evidence, pull every file on this guy.
Get back! Take cover!
-Bomb squad's on their way. -There's no bomb.
Stay there. That shit works, Riggs. Riggs!
Well, we gotta work. Come on. Let's go.
Okay, anyway, look. Like the drapes? Maybe she'll leave the drapes.
-When you-- Yeah. -Hey, hey. Riggs, let's go.
-Hold still. -Yeah.
Hit me again, huh? You think I'm afraid of you?
Hey word Riggs
You purposefully withheld information concerning a case under my investigation.
-l'm thinking we should cut the blue wire. -Wait!
We're looking for a friend of yours, Travis.
Nothing to do.
-l got a job, fuck-o. -Shut up. Who asked you?
Hold on, Riggs! Hold on!
I killed that boy.
Ah, shit.
We're gonna stay in this termite-infested turkey for another 1 0 years.
...claiming the lives of our children be lifted by your grace...
-He's a friend of mine, a policeman. -Yeah, we're both here to visit--
You got anything l can put on my head?
...because they took the automatics and left the junk behind.
-Hey, can l borrow your glasses? -Yeah.
Get out of here, before my partner kills you! Go that way, not that way!
Twice he got away. Nobody gets away from me!
-All right. Listen. -Yeah.
Do any of you know a Mr. Travis?
-License for jaywalking? -Yeah, jaywalking.
chew on this onion
Hold it right there, pal. Step up here, please.
This gentleman saw the device.
-You don't recognize my face? No, sir.
-You'll be here two days. -That Leo's chart?
Oprah should see this.
I hope you don't blame me.
-Which phone can I use? -Uh, sunroom. Sunroom.
I think maybe l slept with someone that I probably shouldn't have.
-No. No, no, no. -Come on.
You can get us a cup of coffee.
-Look at that. -lt's a knife.
When's somebody gonna cover me for a change?
-No, you're not. Yes, l am.
I'm smoking to take my mind off my dog-biscuit problem.
-Your friends. -Yeah.
You got three days until you retire. This is not gonna do you any good.
Do you mind, huh? Thanks.
Oh, yes, you do. We all have problems. You help me...
-That's classified. -Classi--?
-l don't care. -Yes, you do.
-Where's the seats? -Yeah.