Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What? - Son of a bitch!
Peralta, you're a genius.
but I am a damn good cop,
Are you sure we're talking about last Wednesday?
Cool, cool, no doubt. No doubt, no doubt.
Hey, Captain, you look so tall.
except being charmed by these two lovely ladies.
I didn't do anything,
We ID'd one of the mopes, and that's his apartment.
Are you willing to admit everything's your fault?
Mm, that does not sound like him.
Oh, of course, sir.
But so my question is,
Nope, just you.
This investigation of yours was a bad idea.
Well, now I'm cashing it in.
He was anger articulating.
two trinkets, and three assorted knickknacks.
three shady guys followed him into an alley.
when Raymond was here last Wednesday?
Well, that was a great chitchat.
on how to fake mono, 'cause if I can nail that...
He's old, is what I'm saying.
Holt's been in a bad mood all week.
Mine is, "Peralta, that's enough."
could something have happened at home
I can't believe that bastard beat me.
No, no, no, look, I was the first one in on Wednesday.
I wasn't injured. I was lightly stabbed.
crumpled tissues, pictures of your families.
The cider just caused it.
as well as my spot-on Holt impression to figure it out.
All right, here's where we stand.
I will treasure this painting of a rock
Setting off my sprinklers, drenching my office,
Kevin's upset. Holt's gonna be angry.
There's nothing to be embarrassed about.
Seemed like it went real bad for you.