Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No phones, no pool, no pets, but you're gonna love your new neighbour.
What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in jail?
Interesting, isn't it?
And the winner of the game would holler...
Put me down! Slow it down, fool!
Uh, Murdock, what is with all the poetry?
If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them...
- Jack here'll help you. - Right.
It's gonna be like the Fourth of July! My, my!
It was my fault.
I'll be waitin'for you.
They get a little testy when you lock 'em up in their own cells.
§ You never get rich by diggin' a ditch §
That guy over at Doc's is our choreographer.
You just wait till the clouds catch fire.
Hey, Sheriff, get over here!
and rhyme his words just like me.
Um, give me that radio down there, would ya, hot potato?
How long ago did it happen?
That was Doc Sullivan. She's still trying to locate some blood for that buddy of theirs that was shot up.
Boy, is old Lynch gonna burn after this one. He'll go cuckoo.
Raise 'em nice and slow.
You got Howlin' Mad's blood in your veins.
I've got a couple of guys down here I want you to run through your computer.
And once he's stabilized, we'll move him in here and hold him for the M.P.s.
That still don't make us even, sucker.
Outta range. That's kinda strange.
Shootin' it out at high noon, maybe we can raise the van...
- How much time we got? - About an hour and a half.
Hmm. Well, I hope you're right.
He's in more trouble than you guys. Pulled him over for speeding and ran his prints.