Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sergeant... That--that was me that--
Chicken!
Alone and by myself
Dooley, give it a break.
And you call this a convenience store?
Yes, sir.
Charmed, l'm sure.
The shipment will be prepared and boxed Friday evening...
A loose cannon.
Drop your gun, Mr. Colt.
They were laced with cocaine.
No, he had fuller lips. Pouting lips.
l guess we're making somebody nervous.
He's going to shoot me anyway.
Claire and l rode together for seven years.
Here we go!
Well, maybe this will refresh your memory.
to dull the pain that shatters your heart...
l thought maybe l was getting through to you.
Nope. Don't know her.
Uh, why don't you make yourselves at home?
l'm not worried about bombs.
Colt, please.
Who told you that?
Wait a minute!
lt's much bigger than it looks from the outside.
Wes, shoot him.
IF I PUSH IT ANY HARDER, THE WHOLE THING'LL BLOW!
lt's a man l fell for...
That's the red one.
York left me a message.
No wonder l couldn't eat just one.
Whatever you tell me doesn't leave this car.
Dandruff, seborrhea, maybe just dry, itchy scalp.
Room service.
so you can see how a warm family environment...
"Wear Your Flesh As A Hair Net" Leacher, huh?
What happened to your partner?
We're a team. We work together.
Where are you going?
We just can't have that.
to get us off this case.
you make the rules up as you go.
lt went on for years.
All right, l did some money laundering...
Chicken.
"War and Peace."
l'm to blame. l didn't go by the rules.
I WAS A FOOL
X
OK, why did you track me down?
What the hell do you expect?
That means it's working
l don't know what you're talking about.
Dr. Leacher, we need to ask you--
York and l were in academy together.
You scuzzballs mind if l join in?
*footsies*
Perhaps you should take a look at this first.
IF I PUSH IT ANY HARDER, THE WHOLE THING'LL BLOW!
You know a woman by the name of Billy York?
who saves your life one minute...
lt's all my fault.
sorry
Do not hand him any sharp instruments...
l think that's what got her killed.
You're only making things worse.
After what?
Quid pro quo, Mr. Colt.
You drop the ball, you'll be left twisting in the wind!