Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's the law. It's called full disclosure.

I can see you've given this a lot of thought, Rog, actually.

-You're a beauty. Coming?

-Partners? -You and Riggs owe me two new tires.

I ought to let you drown, you traitor.

-Armor-piercing bullets? -Thousands of rounds...

...not because of them, all right?

No, I don't get, "Close is a lingerie shop without a front window." l don't get that.

Not a lobotomy. Cut your hair so you can hear.

Oh, Lord, we commend the soul of Darryl Smithers to your safety.

- No, because it's Wednesday. - Too big to argue with.

These are cute. -Notice the smooth jacket.

You're gonna have to get him between lunches. Son of a bitch.

-You know something, Riggs? -What?

-Nether what? -Your nether-- I can't say it in front of her.

-Have you eaten? -l already ate. I gotta go downtown.

We're both here, right? Right.

-Lots of cops and a bunch of boxes. -Split now. Just get out of here.

-How do you spell, "proctological"? Rectal exam?

You want to do something, Sergeant Murtaugh?

-What, do you eat alone? -l'm used to it.

-You know what l say? -What?

Ah, yeah, l know what you mean. I've been married 25 years.

-Fine. Who is it today?

Listen. Mesa Verde's legit.

We know you're in here. We know where you are. Just stay in your seat.

What am I--? Hello, Car 54, where are you? I cracked this case for you guys.

-Riggs, you crazy son of a bitch. -Yeah! Ha, ha!

-Sheriff, we're L.A.P.D. -L.A.P.D.

They knew the sorting codes on the containers...

-Hey, are you a cop? -Yeah.

-Thanks anyway, for your concern. -Yeah. Thanks, doc.

Get off my set, all right? What are you, deaf? Go.

I'm your friendly Portuguese airline.

Hey, heh, baiting master. Great. I'll try that on Trish.

-That's a natural mistake. -What, I have a wooden head?

-What are you smiling at? -Heh.

Everybody? Daddy?

-Are we required reading or something? -As a matter of fact, you are.

-Hey, l'll see you guys. We won't make a move without you.

-lt's gotta be easier than this. They don't know Leo Getz.

-Honey? How are you doing?

-You And i Have To Talk. -Talking to you is bad for my image.

Was used in a drive-by shooting in San Bernardino County, August 1 990.

-See what? -Jaywalker.

Yeah? What are you boys doing down there?

Look, that kid was a killer, all right.

-l've got a little extra time now, sergeant. -l'm fine, doctor.

Jesus Christ. Hey, hey, hey. I'm driving. Other side.

-What are you doing? -Well, l can't shoot a dog.

What a good fella.

-Next time, wait for the bomb squad. -Bomb squad.

Shit, son of a bitch knew there was a camera in the wall.

Get a grip on yourself, Tyrone, all right? We have a deal.

One hell of a retirement plan this asshole's got, isn't it?

- Shit. - Serious shit.

I had to tell them everything. It's the law, okay? I mean, full disclosure.

-You're retiring us. -No. That's not my problem.

-lt's a .38. -That's a wimpy .38. This is a .38.

im to old for this shit you and me both

-l heard. -Heh.

-You got six more days to go. -Laundry service.

All right. Sit down. Sit down. You okay?

You got nailed first time out.

Я Хаос, он Раздор, мы работаем вместе

I can't retire.

About time. These doggy treats are okay, but l need some human food.

-Hurt like a son of a bitch. -l'll take your word for it.

I need the good stuff

Okay, l'm on. No, l'm not. I'm off! Wait!

You're right. You sit tight, I'll be right back.

-Yeah? -Yeah. And l'm sorry, Riggs.

-Don't touch me. -Hey, okay, l won't touch you.

Hurry. Come on, dog. Good dog. Good puppy. Go! Go!

At least your name isn’t “Leo”

-l can't believe you did that. Hey, where's Lorna?

One hell of a dirty cop.

Nice shooting, phew. -Regular Billy the Kid, huh?

-Leo! -That's enough.

Hey! Is he dead? Check the body.

Latin. Man, you surprise the shit out of me.

Thank you for opening the door.

Never heard--? Ehh! Ehh! Wrong answer. Wrong answer.

How do you like that, huh? What are you doing with a rubber gun?

I'm not your enemy, captain. I'm just trying to do my job.

Great place to raise a family.

-He forgot to buckle. -We cited him for it.

-Word. Oh, yeah, that word. -Where you been?

Hey, don't do it. Don't let the earring fool you.

-l was required to share it with you? -Yeah.

Hey, hey, hey! -He can't hold his water.

This is not a girdle. It's my back. My back went out on me.

-What do you want, Riggs? -Just wanted to see how you were doing.

See how that can jeopardize everything? Right, Tyrone?

I guess all they saw was Uranus, huh?

You conceded or you're conceited?

-l should go with her. -l want you to see something, Rog.

He made a dozen calls to this address.