Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Hey, nice digs.
Where's the other one?
But before we know it, she'll be moving her tattooed, cigarette-grubbing butt into our own personal Oz.
Who's Jerk Boy?
Back off or Jerk Boy dies!
I'm gay.
Confession time.
You losers couldn't even hold on to the suspect after I subdued her for you.
Boyfriend!
Places.
Oh, for the love of my officers, please believe her!
I gotta tell you, kid, I'm not exactly moist with terror.
Try anything stupid and I'll explode his head like a ripe cantaloupe!
Here are my demands.
It's the old switcheroo.
What's the plan?
Damn.
Right, so if you'll just hand over your account numbers and pin codes.
Are you picking up the difference there?
You know, that picture I sent you wasn't really of me.
Sorry, I didn't quite hit that last chord, did I?
Stand in the place where you live, now face what.
Good night, Gracie.