Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait, what are you doing?
Damn, Coop.
Look, I can help you. Just let me.
Possibly a peanut in a puddle.
Let me do it again.
Come on. Over here.
Do not touch my I.R.L.
That bellhop looked at me funny.
Exactly how many times did you broke the rules?
Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my truck?
- Dixon, let's go. - What?
Or it could've had worse.
Please, please. Stop.
You're out of the evidence room. Congratulations.
It is my mission to protect you.
Nice. Heh.
Maybe call it my hot-button issue, if you like
Fine.
An orange one.
Go home.
- Copy that. - Okay.
- We'll be right back. - Yeah.
- I don't know, I have limited mental capacit... - How much is it worth?
I am a police officer. She's a federal witness in my protective custody.
As a matter of fact, I do. The other day they brought in a duffle bag.
Oh, so your name is Bad Song?
Oh, God.
- Yes. - Okay?
Twelve.
Enjoying the Party.
Looks like night in here, but I know it's day.
- Again. Again. - We did it.
Go on.
We're gonna wait till he pulls over...
Let's do it like that.
Please make sure your headphones are plugged in...
Hold on, Reese. We're checking something.
Is it hot in here? It feels like the surface of the sun.
Oh, no.
Let's go. Let's go.
Oh, my God.
With a baseball bat, so...
Mrs. Riva.
- Who sent you? - Who sent you?
And you took mine away from me.
Come on!
- Hey, Coop. - Oh, no. Hold on.
My God. We have to get out of here.
I feel so sexy.
Wanna dance?
It was a mess in there.
- So you have been lying to me this whole time? - No.
The U.S. Government has you trafficking on tape.
10-31: shooting in progress.
So nice to meet you.
Did your husband kill your brother?
Well, let me tell you something: She's my tiny little weird robot.
What is that?
- It relaxes me to do my numbers. - Obviously doesn't work...
Not for long.
Open the window or put some music.
Are you kidding me? It's not a horse.
All of Texas law enforcement is looking for these two.
Ha-ha-ha. Did you give him a pirate key?
- It didn't work out on the date. - Mm.
Yeah, why not?
I'm gonna need a taxi to Dallas.
- Let me touch it. Let me touch it. - Come.
It's Hauser.
Yeah.
Do you hear that?
Oh, what, it's police procedure to touch all his man parts?
"Sweetie Pie."
She was last seen fleeing the scene in a red 1968 Cadillac convertible.
If we get to Dallas and you don't wanna testify, you can go straight to jail.
What I was trying to s...
I packed it...
I'm underneath a deer and with my head up your ass.
You Cooper... You Cooper what?
I dig it.
...and cops who have to be eliminated.
You should've thought about that.
Yes, but I'm not exactly sure where we're gonna put it.
That's how my husband smuggled money into this country...
What I'm about to say cannot leave this room.
- Cooper, what are you doing here? - I'm glad you're here.
...get in the way of your dream!
At a max of 90 miles per hour...
I'm breaking a 10-66 right now.
...before Cortez finds me and sews my face into a soccer ball.
We did it.
I'm going to cut his foot off.
Drop your weapon!
Oh, no, I didn't say that.
I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but...