Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, there's one thing you're gonna need either way:
Oh, no? What are you gonna do? Are you gonna call a 10-545?
- Nothing. We're doing nothing. - We're just gonna cut your foot off.
I'm gonna go and assume that means, Thanks for saving my life.
This isn't our jurisdiction. It's the DEA's problem now.
The Richards Rule.
How did it go?
That was really sexy.
Nice. Nice police work, Mr. Cherlocks Holmes.
This is the last time I'm gonna do you any favors.
- Put me down. - No, no!
Look at you. You're teeny-tiny. You're like a little dog I can put in my purse.
...a poor, happy Boy Scout like your father.
Oh, my God! Aah!
Hello? Randy?
Officer? Two officers.
Notebook. That's a notebook.
It seems to be a Buddha, sitting on a wave.
But I destroyed your car.
What, the white girl can't take a Spanish class in high school?
- Who? - Just trust me. Follow my lead.
- I refuse to have a catfight. - Too bad!
. .
Why is your body like that?
- What? On one? - One! Two! Go!
What? This?
You are not taking these!
We can put him away for good.
I'm trying to save you.
baby
I'll get you... Seriously, motherf...
Get out of here. Go. Just go. Go.
I could knit a sweater or a sleeping bag or a whole house. Need curtains?
Now, I'm just gonna bang everybody's brains out in there...
What?
...rather than her somewhat limited mental capacity...
I didn't give it to you...
No! I am the mother-effing police! Don't you see?
You're gonna have to put your body back in the vehicle!
See, that's your problem.
Got you.
What about my husband?
Mrs. Riva.
Did you...?
I am not going to dignify that statement with a response.
- You're the one who told me I look like a boy. - That's not what I meant.
- What are you thinking? - Legs!
...he's dead.
Cooper.
- Oh. Okay, I can't do it. - Push there with the legs!
- I'm not gonna let you get away with this. - This is the way it's gonna go.
- ...but I'll make it happen. - Hola, housekeeping!
- Aah! - Shouldn't have been this hard.
- I don't care. - I do care.
You must of not seen me.
- Who the hell are you? - Who the hell are you?
When I was 5, my favorite color was blue. When I was 6, my favorite color was plaid.
Officer Cooper, report to Captain Emmett's office.
And you are welcome, Mrs. Riva.
- I gotta get a toehold. - Where's the toehold? I can't find the toehold.
Maybe call it my hot-button issue, if you like.
Okay. Thanks.
She just slowed it down.
You're working for a drug lord. You're killing people.
They got three quarters a tank of gas.
Just make the noise.
Just try not to get all in your head about it, okay?
He killed my brother.
- Don't do that. - No! This is outrageous.
- I gotta get up there! - Close the door!
Oh, so I only care about stuff.
Oh!
- I'm gonna walk back to my car now. - All right.
We have to get out now. They're gonna kill us both.
- Hey. - Come on. Get in.
...and she has a mustache and talks like some tiny little robot?
You have to be who you are. Own it.
I hope you don't have a third sister.
I can't reach the pedals.
My boobs? No.
There, I got it. Okay! Okay!
Officer Cooper is described as 5' tall with blond hair.
- Hold on! - No, no!
Scoot over, I'm gonna drive!
- ...but it's true. - Shh.
- Why should I trust you? - Because I know what it feels like...
- I'm gonna get a towel. - What? I'm sorry. Please.
- Let's do it. - No. Ain't nobody cutting nobody's foot off.
Okay, but we're going over 30 miles over the speed limit...
All right, baby girl, you ready for your first day at work with Daddy?
Okay, all right.
All right, cut it out.
Get back in your car, sir! Get back in your vehicle.
You don't wanna know.
I'll have her back by 8:00.
It's a cow.
Thank God.
...but somewhere, around there, there is a heart.
Thank you very much.
No, you didn't. You kept her alive.
Is that our bus driver?
I have a better idea.
I guess it is a little bit funny.
Try not to fall in love with me.