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

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

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

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

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

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

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They knew the sorting codes on the containers...

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

Hey! Is he dead? Check the body.

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

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

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

-Hey, are you a cop? -Yeah.

These are cute. -Notice the smooth jacket.

Everybody? Daddy?

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you for opening the door.

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

Listen. Mesa Verde's legit.

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

I'm your friendly Portuguese airline.

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

- Shit. - Serious shit.

At least your name isn’t “Leo”

-You know something, Riggs? -What?

What a good fella.

One hell of a dirty cop.

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

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

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

See how that can jeopardize everything? Right, Tyrone?

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

Great place to raise a family.

He made a dozen calls to this address.

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

I ought to let you drown, you traitor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I guess all they saw was Uranus, huh?

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

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

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

Yeah? What are you boys doing down there?

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

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

-Honey? How are you doing?

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

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

-l heard. -Heh.

Look, that kid was a killer, all right.

You got nailed first time out.

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

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

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

...not because of them, all right?

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

-See what? -Jaywalker.

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

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

-Leo! -That's enough.

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

-You know what l say? -What?

-You're a beauty. Coming?

I can't retire.

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

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

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

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

I need the good stuff

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

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

You want to do something, Sergeant Murtaugh?

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

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

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

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

-Fine. Who is it today?

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

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

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

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

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

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

-What are you smiling at? -Heh.

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

You conceded or you're conceited?

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

We're both here, right? Right.

im to old for this shit you and me both