Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

baby
All right, baby girl, you ready for your first day at work with Daddy?
Is that our bus driver?
See, that's your problem.
Why is your body like that?
- Why should I trust you? - Because I know what it feels like...
...a poor, happy Boy Scout like your father.
It's a cow.
- I don't care. - I do care.
...but somewhere, around there, there is a heart.
Look at you. You're teeny-tiny. You're like a little dog I can put in my purse.
Now, I'm just gonna bang everybody's brains out in there...
This isn't our jurisdiction. It's the DEA's problem now.
- Oh. Okay, I can't do it. - Push there with the legs!
You don't wanna know.
I can't reach the pedals.
Officer Cooper is described as 5' tall with blond hair.
I'll have her back by 8:00.
- What? On one? - One! Two! Go!
I'll get you... Seriously, motherf...
You are not taking these!
Officer Cooper, report to Captain Emmett's office.
Got you.
How did it go?
Try not to fall in love with me.
- You're the one who told me I look like a boy. - That's not what I meant.
Mrs. Riva.
There, I got it. Okay! Okay!
Oh, so I only care about stuff.
You're working for a drug lord. You're killing people.
I have a better idea.
...he's dead.
- Put me down. - No, no!
- I'm not gonna let you get away with this. - This is the way it's gonna go.
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.
This is the last time I'm gonna do you any favors.
I didn't give it to you...
What? This?
Get out of here. Go. Just go. Go.
- I gotta get up there! - Close the door!
Well, there's one thing you're gonna need either way:
You have to be who you are. Own it.
Maybe call it my hot-button issue, if you like.
Just make the noise.
All right, cut it out.
And you are welcome, Mrs. Riva.
I'm trying to save you.
She just slowed it down.
No, you didn't. You kept her alive.
Nice. Nice police work, Mr. Cherlocks Holmes.
Hello? Randy?
When I was 5, my favorite color was blue. When I was 6, my favorite color was plaid.
Thank you very much.
We have to get out now. They're gonna kill us both.
What, the white girl can't take a Spanish class in high school?
- Hey. - Come on. Get in.
- Who? - Just trust me. Follow my lead.
The Richards Rule.
- I'm gonna walk back to my car now. - All right.
Notebook. That's a notebook.
Okay, but we're going over 30 miles over the speed limit...
My boobs? No.
We can put him away for good.
- Who the hell are you? - Who the hell are you?
Get back in your car, sir! Get back in your vehicle.
Just try not to get all in your head about it, okay?
- I refuse to have a catfight. - Too bad!
You're gonna have to put your body back in the vehicle!
That was really sexy.
. .
- ...but it's true. - Shh.
- I gotta get a toehold. - Where's the toehold? I can't find the toehold.
Thank God.
Okay. Thanks.
No! I am the mother-effing police! Don't you see?
He killed my brother.
It seems to be a Buddha, sitting on a wave.
What?
...rather than her somewhat limited mental capacity...
I could knit a sweater or a sleeping bag or a whole house. Need curtains?
I am not going to dignify that statement with a response.
Cooper.
They got three quarters a tank of gas.
Officer? Two officers.
Oh!
- Let's do it. - No. Ain't nobody cutting nobody's foot off.
Did you...?
Scoot over, I'm gonna drive!
But I destroyed your car.
- I'm gonna get a towel. - What? I'm sorry. Please.
...and she has a mustache and talks like some tiny little robot?
What about my husband?
Okay, all right.
You must of not seen me.
- Don't do that. - No! This is outrageous.
- Aah! - Shouldn't have been this hard.
Oh, my God! Aah!
- ...but I'll make it happen. - Hola, housekeeping!
I guess it is a little bit funny.
- Hold on! - No, no!
I'm gonna go and assume that means, Thanks for saving my life.
I hope you don't have a third sister.
- What are you thinking? - Legs!