Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, Eddie, is that what I think it is?
the city of sin, the city of Gomorrah and Sodom -
Complete nervous system shut-down.
Welcome to your own map to the stars.
the arrival of the most notorious outlaw in US history
Very funny.
They live here.
No. Use the air. They're burning.
Get off at the Vermont exit. Go south. You can't miss it.
Bring them in.
Explain to this foot soldier why he's going to do what we tell him to do.
I first met Hershe when I got deported.
The more things change The more the stay the same
If you go into LA, bring back the black box,
You took the fake, hotshot.
We drove golf carts up and down these tunnels.
Get off!
they are deported to this island of the damned and may never come back.
'Hello, North America. Buenas noches, Sud America.
Run!
The Santa Anas. The night wind.
Yeah?
After the devastation, the Constitution is amended,
topia
Swear to God, Snake.
I know them like the back of my hand.
Hershe.
A million dollars for whoever helps me.
You'll take 'em all.
I'm alone.
she's sweet, but you just can't shut her up.
Later.
You're the one making all the noise.
He's entered the world code.
Don't worry, you've just been shot with a fun gun.
At least we get something.
It's been 16 years since his famous rescue in New York,
What are they?
Yeah, I recognised you right away.
Hold it.
And he's got the black box and the girl.
Yeah, I thought I did,
but the glamour of Hollywood is still alive...
Cuervo Jones' place is down that way.
Pretty good.
Shut-down - 34 minutes.
One might still be alive. Use the tracer in your watch to locate him.
Damn it. Carjack, we're hooked up on your side.
She's in the green.
Two hoops. Full court. 10-second shot clock.
Utopia was looking for something to believe in,
Two points for a basket. No three-point bullshit.
Talk to Hershe. She hates Cuervo.
four... three...
It's pre-recorded. I narrated it myself.
Show him.
You have lied to me for the very last time.
It's pure mesh, man. 100-proof artery choker.
The Plutoxin Seven virus.
The President's first act as commander in chief is Directive 17 -
Bring the aiming co-ordinates for Cuba and Mexico online.
Although I was going to take you to Cuervo Jones' place.
All I'm asking for is a finder's fee. Maybe Wisconsin. I don't know.
The terrorists will fail. Stand with the United States Police Force
Seven... seven...
Feel it? You feel it?
Too bad about your boat, man,
Man, they don't take shit from nobody.