Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

l don't know. l just got here.
Oh, nine thirty-seven.
Drop the gun, General.
Yes, as a matter of fact, l can.
That's Becker, four-oh-three.
Squeeze me.
Pick up the gun.
double-action magnum...
and just lick herself for hours.
Give me a hand, Doc.
Beat it.
Would you reconsider that retirement?
Who cares? Do you sleep in the nude?
So what are you doing here?
ln a little while, Miss York, you will be begging for mercy.
l realized how neglected she felt...
it means I'm pretentious.
Looks like you missed the fireworks, Captain.
What do you have, lrv?
So, what's with all the candles?
Destiny. Claire.
Don't bury me. l'll only be a minute.
That's how it starts, Colt.
l'm so cold.
What's wrong?!
Taking a shit.
Wide eyes. Yes, that's him.
for a woman like you.
Not that. l mean the stuff about that black leather outfit.
You think we're having nice weather?
Better step on it, Dooley.
Oh, sounds violent.
Who cares? Do you sleep in the nude
That's not what you told York.
There's someone out there again, isn't there?
Back off!
l know.
You know, l feel like l'm forgetting something back there.
But l'll tell you, Sarge. Something just doesn't add up.
Get your shit together.
l--l don't know no York, and where's my food?
Yeah but that one's 90s
Park on Third.
This stiff and l pounded a beat together for five years...
l knew that when you made me parade around...
You parked the pink Cadillac?
Getting sloppy, son.
A walking time bomb.
Not so fast.
Elective surgery.
l want you to meet my new partner Jack Colt.
Sure.
Wilderness Girls.
Put your weapon down.
Did l forget to give you that message?
How do you feel about the designated hitter rule?
Mind if l drive this time?
Hey, you!
We haven't said anything yet.