Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- There is no such thing. - Sure is.

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

You're so pretty.

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

Ay, perdona. My wife is a come mierda.

Do you think she has any snacks?

I am talking on the phone.

...so you're welcome!

You're requesting a detective.

I like a lot of coverage.

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

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

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

- Nothing here. - Yup, nothing there.

Let me see your ID.

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

- My feet got stuck. - What?

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

Oh, yes, of course. Section 290.

I really thought this one was gonna work out.

Is this a joke?

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

What is my word?

From here to Dallas, we ride in silence.

Why would you ask that?

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

I did not wanna have to do this.

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

I am, however, responsible for you...

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

Hey, you know what? I gotta see something.

Everybody in the state is looking for you.

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

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

Then I'm not going anywhere.

You just got coopered bitch

You are not gonna need all these shoes.

Sources say a cartel insider...

Hey, Chiquita, get back.

She's gonna kill Cortez?

He has people on his payroll everywhere.

Plus, you know...

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

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

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

Along with the sunshine

Why don't write this in your little diary:

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

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

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

You never accept that it's your fault.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I don't have meals with convicted felons.

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

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

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

You look like a sexy traffic cone.

This is what happens...

Hey, are y'all okay?

They think I am traveling with a fugitive.

It's tight in here.

Okay. You take the far one.

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

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

Hey, I was just coming...

- Shoot him again. - Move.

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

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

I will say a prayer for him.

You have an officer down and four unidentified suspects.

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

Tell me why that bag's so heavy.

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

Why would they?

Oh, thanks, baby, you are too.

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

Vicente, I never wanted to testify.

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