Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Get to the car, radio for backup.
Go, go, go!
Now go get me food before I pass out.
And I can't let you kill him.
What? The brown lady cannot read a book?
The other set Caucasian...
He begged for his life.
Get down!
Here we go. I have a tendency to be hyper-focused...
...so it's difficult to relate to people...
That's not what I meant.
Here.
- Really? Can I get the chart? - No!
But I remember that was not your strong suit.
I woke up this morning and my partner was killed.
...or the back of this car is gonna be the second crime scene...
- And I love her. - What are you doing?
- Muffin. - Toast.
I just don't understand. I just feel like it doesn't make any sense.
This is too dangerous.
It was worth the wait.
Move along.
- Penis! - Uh...
That's bullshit. I'm calling the cops.
I'm gonna pull my body up, and push it out the window.
That's no underwear, that's a diaper!
She did not take a bullet.
It does not smell. It is not a real deer. It's a decoy.
Me? What kind of pendejo cop are you?
Feminine what?
You have a bottle opener?
...but I'm a Christian, so I wasn't interested in that.
Something bad happened to the phone.
Well...
- Come here, Cooper. - Ugh. Ow.
Daniella Riva, a Hispanic female, approximately 40 years old.
I already know the ending.
...as presents for his vain, dumb trophy wife.
...they must've been driving 180 miles per hour to get here that fast.
No, no. I was doing a thing like:
Who are you? What are you doing?
I mean, I could kiss you right now.
You gotta be kidding me.
- It was supposed to be funny. - It really wasn't.
Why don't you go and commandeer some food from your cowboy boyfriend?
And do not think that I forgot you tried to escape.
Is she breathing?
No, that doesn't make any sense.
Okay, I might've Coopered him a little.
- Nothing there. - Nothing.
Oh, my God. I think it's working!
- My name is, um... - Uh-huh.
He died a few years ago.
Teresa!
And looking for a cow to milk, while putting on makeup.
Don't try and kill Cortez. I have a better idea.
I was following protocol, sir.
So you only got two choices:
Get up! Help me!
Shut up and untie this cheap bracelet.
Your father would be very proud.
Actually, I'm kind of, like, annoyed...
I'm in a very difficult work situation...
Why do you look like you're in Menudo?
You made me not kill him so that you get to kill him?
Oh, God, this is happening.
I'm sor... Actually, I thought you were an urban myth.
You're not going to try to stop me.
- ...when there's a task at hand. - Exactly. That there is your problem.
What are you doing?
What do you think that you're...?
- ...to get you to the courthouse. - I know, by 8:00 a.m.
Oh, my gosh!
Okay.
You and your perverted little mustache. Get out!
Yes, I will have dinner with you.
- Okay. - Yee.
Just someone who likes a lot of stuff.
Get a move on. Come on.
- I am her lover. - What?
No one's gonna see that coming. I should learn to knit.
Watch it, mister!
I didn't kill Felipe.
It's just that... Don't take this the wrong way. You're kind of intense.
You're gonna need this!
All right. Well, that's my job.
...I kind of like your smile.
You want me to wear a wire?
- But I'm totally crushing it as a dude. - That little fake mustache you put on is perfect.
Yes! That's it.
Ugh!
This is a suicide mission.
You took a bullet for me? It went right through you and hit me!
But it doesn't look good, so you're turning a tiny little radio on... What?
They're not just shoes.
I'm the biggest fan they have, I wanna get up close and personal with them.
Are we alone?
- Dang it. - We did it.
You have to stop treating me like I'm a stupid rookie cop...
Then two 10-2...