Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-A quick what? -Excuse me.
Come on.
-If the Russian boxer gets shot-- -The major international incident.
You big ox.
-Why would you need a parking stub? -I don't know.
-Pay him? -Hey, call me selfish...
I'm sorry. You know how noisy these emergency rooms are.
So far so good.
-At home. -No place like it. Let's go.
-A funk video? -A funk video.
-This topic is not open for discussion. -And you sure don't look dead.
-What do we do? -Where's your purse?
It was my fault. Mea culpa, all right? Robert Culpa.
Not bad, huh? Tara on wheels.
Don't speak to me again in this lifetime.
We better try explaining this in the American locker room.
I can think of a worse way to make 100 bucks.
-We take it to the FBI ourselves. -But what will I tell them?
What will we do?
They did. You were.
Put them up, put them up.
-Maddie. -They're stealing our stolen car.
...you are hardly the person I would turn to...
How about this: I show up with my date, 8:30.
What does it all mean?
-What?! -What?!
Let's have a clean fight.
Yeah, well, it pays to have branch offices all over town.
How's this:
G-man and G-woman. Probably got a dog named G-spot.
Did Douglas MacArthur say, "1 won't go home again"?
Oh, David, box seats.
...and since someone started sending you roses...
Well.
Your fight has turned into a lot more than an exhibition.
Another G man?
Sir, if you'll follow me, please.
We're not sure.