Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There you go. You're gonna make it.
-You're driving. -No, I'm driving.
Morning, gentlemen. L.A.P.D. Got a few questions.
We don't want this screwed up.
Help me. Help me.
What about me, huh?
Riggs!
- Hey, Rog? - Yeah?
I need the good stuff
Breathe.
Uh-huh.
Oh, yeah? When is he gonna say something funny?
You see this gun? I wanna know where it came from, Tyrone. l wanna know now.
-Let's go see the captain. -All right.
-Catch him, catch him. -All right.
Ten more years till forced retirement, huh, baby?
On two.
Sheriff's Department.
Yeah, l saw him do it. Okay, everybody, listen up.
Open your eyes.
Gotcha.
Oh, Jesus!
Shit, man, feel it.
Son of a bitch.
Well, until you do, fuck off.
Glad you understand what I'm talking about.
God, I'm all thumbs. Look, he fell down. Let me help you up.
-lt goes all the way to the back. -Oh, hey. Right through?
You better tell me what's the sound editor or i'll blow your f**king head off!
Happy birthday, kid.
-You bring all your interrogations home? -Okay.
-Why weren't you at my party, huh? -l knew you weren't gonna retire.
I don't have nothing there.
Captain, what's she talking about?
Three. It's always three. -Boys! Boys!
You know, our cases have unfortunately crossed paths here.
-Look, there they are. -lmpressive.
Hey, guys. Phelps, William. Actually, his name's Billy.
You have the right to remain-- You're under arrest.
I blame Darryl.
That isn't a dog. That's a horse.
So, Sergeant Riggs...
If you don't scratch my back, l don't throw you--
All right, we'll get these later. Let's go.
-She's a cop, man. -l know she's a cop.
Aah! Don't even say "hot-wire" around this stuff, man.
We’ve got plenty of stock
-Phelps? You too? -Hi.
Step on it! There he is! Step on it!
The fuck is this?
Cover me.
He was gonna do you, he was gonna do me.
Trish know about this?
Come on, let's go!
Yeah, right, Kelly. Hi, let me speak to Dad.
We're just doing a few routine inquiries. You been checked for lice recently?
-Okay. You okay now? -l'm pissed now, Rog. Now I'm pissed.
You're gonna give yourself a hernia. Come here. Sit down.
The fuck? -Take the elevator, bring the other guys.
Don't be stupid.
Of course l won't
All right, asshole. I wanna see your hands right now.
-All right, let's go on three. One-- -Uh, on three, or three and then go?
-Hey, is that Greek? -No, no. Latin.
-...converted to automatic-- -With 36 rounds in the magazine.
Same floor.
Come on, Roger, she was worried.
Maybe I should, uh, become one of those Hollywood agents. What do you think?
-Get him off my set. This isn't part of the story.
-Watch out, Riggs. -Come on!
Hey, listen. Come on, you guys, give me a break.
Go! All right!
-Ah! -Oh, God. We haven't even started.
You selfish bastard! You selfish bastard!
And may the scourge of violence...
Hey, Riggs.
Don't-- He's trying to ruin me, Riggs.
Now, look--
That means you're gonna stay with the force?
-Who's a grumpy bastard? -l'm a grumpy bastard.
Same damn thing. Third and Highland.
We can go upstairs, wait for the bomb squad, have a cappuccino.
-Came on all by itself? You a wise guy? -l swear.
Take a right! Go!
-Oh, okay. That's okay. That's okay. -Oh, I don't know.
Yeah. -Yeah, lucky thing. What is it?
-How's business? Booming. Can't you tell?
Ooh, hoo-hoo! Thanks for the interest, sugar, but one thing at a time.
Look, l told you before, moron, I don't know no Jack Travis.
Spyro the dragon Is coming
I should've cut the red wire.
-Bye, Leo. -l should be with-- Hey! Ow! Ouch!
Get me the fuck out of here, will you?
I thought I heard gunfire.
Here. Here's more. Leave some for me.
-Yes. I said yes. Thank you. -Good.