Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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