Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look at this photo.

You're just lucky to be alive. The good news is...

So please take me to a bathroom right now...

Oh, no, here they come! I gotta get my gun!

Aah! I know this is impractical but we might have to catch our own food.

Now, you just settle down and tell me:

- What? - I know.

...with my computer...

All right, keep it down.

Or make a lightning rod! A hat!

Can't you just hold it?

When I said I had to leave early, you pulled your gun out on the table.

Deer noises, like, you know, like the dogs says:

Goddamn. All right, you go that way. I'll go the other way.

You go out first, and then I want you to go around and then wait.

...at the opulent Royal Colfax Hotel.

Who are you talking to?

Yeah, I can, but you gotta stop pointing that thing at me.

Deputy Jackson, Captain Emmett said that this transport was at 11 a.m.

You get a chance to get out of the doghouse, and you with me, sweetie. Mm?

...and they have attraction towards each other.

- Captain Emmett? - Yes, Cooper.

Well, I got you the sparkly stilettos to go out...

I do not believe they'll let you leave in that outfit.

I just took a bullet for you!

What I meant was, section 428 of the Texas State Penal Code...

- This doesn't make any sense. - Drive! Stop talking and drive!

- Really? - Yes, I did.

Calm down, ma'am. Everything's gonna be fine.

- Who sent you? - Who sent you?

I'm here for you, cariño.

My father trusted you.

It's day, right? It's like Vegas.

Used correctly, bottle openers can jack tires and pick door locks.

Ay, Brenda, Brenda, Brenda.

Okay, okay, Officer Scarface, just keep it together.

I know she looks like she can't protect nothing...

I can't believe I'm saying this. I'm actually having fun with you.

The officer is considered armed and extremely dangerous.

Is that the remote?

Get Your Ass Back in that cell

Under tribal law, police ain't got jurisdiction.

Trying to show him I love you. I'm distracting him so he won't call the cops!

Captain Emmett.

- Why would you do that? - Why?

You know what you should be thinking about? Your next beat.

First is the toner and then...

Protocol states that you only need to pack the essentials, ma'am.

- Cowboy? - This is a good plan. This is gonna work!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

- I got shot. - Yeah, you little cucaracha.

Just hold it there.

That I tried to escape doesn't mean that the story's not true.

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

I've been attacked.

Out of the way!

You Just got coopered BITCH

Meanwhile, law enforcement officials are forced to stand and watch...

But I have to be tough to be a cop.

I would hate to see you dead.

How did you...?

How much baking powder?

No. I have a better idea.

Uh, Mrs. Riva is having some problems with some lady business.

I need a taxi. Sorry, this is important.

No, Mrs. Riva, I did not mean that.

- What? - I can't be a doctor because I am Colombian?

Penis! Oh, my God.

- I have to use the rock! - Hold on!

It was not my fault.

I was gonna say, How does it feel being a glorified secretary?

Well, the good news is you're about to see him again.

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

Wait, he's coming back! Here he comes!

No! I'm not going anywhere without my suitcase!

- Ha-ha-ha. - Okay.

...in the case against notorious cartel leader Vicente Cortez.

Move your ponytail! I can't see!

How does it feel?

- Hold up, hold up! - Get back, Goldilocks!

We're bakers. Toast, muffin, cakes.