Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You are not gonna need all these shoes.

I like a lot of coverage.

...write in your little notebook, and leave.

...or take this to the hospital, have it reattached and shake with a full set.

Now turn in your I.R.L. Take your promotion.

That thing is covered in germs. It's like a toilet seat.

I really thought this one was gonna work out.

- My feet got stuck! I can't pull it out! - Pull it out!

Oh, thanks, baby, you are too.

You're requesting a detective.

The things inside must feel so normal in your little hands.

What is my word?

So if you want to take me to Dallas to die, fine.

It's time for you to go home and get some sleep.

Hey, are y'all okay?

I was gonna say that. That's what I was gonna say. Um...

I am, however, responsible for you...

...and the disappearance of his wife, Daniella Riva...

Hey, I was just coming...

My cousin Rosa lost two fingers trying to snatch this from my head.

Tell me why that bag's so heavy.

- My feet got stuck. - What?

You're so pretty.

- She looks like that dirty cop in the news. - No! I'm a big fan of, um...

I'll have you know, too, I've also broken some other rules.

Is this a joke?

Ay, perdona. My wife is a come mierda.

Why would you ask that?

- Shoot him again. - Move.

- She never stops talking. - But to do that, you have to have a head!

- Nothing here. - Yup, nothing there.

- Oh, hey. Um... - Aah!

Okay. You take the far one.

- There is no such thing. - Sure is.

She's gonna kill Cortez?

You just got coopered bitch

Do you think she has any snacks?

- Control yourself. We don't need that! - And these! And those! And these!

You have an officer down and four unidentified suspects.

It's tight in here.

Then I'm not going anywhere.

Hey, you know what? I gotta see something.

He has people on his payroll everywhere.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ay, yeah, this is the one that is always overheating.

Along with the sunshine

Vicente, I never wanted to testify.

Why don't write this in your little diary:

Oh, yes, of course. Section 290.

I am talking on the phone.

...so you're welcome!

This is not funny. That's my gun and it's police property.

I did not wanna have to do this.

- That stuff they're saying on TV isn't true. - Okay.

They think I am traveling with a fugitive.

Hey, Chiquita, get back.

From here to Dallas, we ride in silence.

Plus, you know...

Yes. He is the top lieutenant in the Cortez cartel.

This is Deputy U.S. Marshal Jackson. I'm here for you and your husband.

I don't have meals with convicted felons.

You look like a sexy traffic cone.

Let me see your ID.

I have been set up, shot at, and hunted down.

- What? - How many pairs of shoes are in there?

Sources say a cartel insider...

Why would they?

You never accept that it's your fault.

We're keeping our relationship a bit under the radar.

- I don't know. It's really hard. - I don't.

This is what happens...

I will say a prayer for him.

- No, niña! - Another kilo of baking powder?

Everybody in the state is looking for you.

She is not wrong. If we get there too early, we will be sitting ducks.

Except I need you to drop us off at the nearest establishment...

Uh-huh. And I can't be a lesbian because she's so unattractive...

Because I can promise you a good time too. I'm a lady...