Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I meant penis.
HOWARD: Cool down. Keep walking.
They know we're here. This is fucked.
When's the last time you had sex?
Running to see baby Marcus.
What? Not me. He's the one that told me.
What did he take from you, Mike?
[SIGHS]
You're my son.
[ENGINE STARTS, REVS]
The Witch.
How pissed would you say she was?
Coach Burnett?
Now, I recognize that this is a difficult situation.
All right, you just had a warlock baby with La Bruja
[CHUCKLES]
Damn it! Look, you are the navigator, okay?
Knee him in his balls, and let's go.
it's time to raise your glasses...
[♪♪♪]
- Put your glasses on! - What the hell was that?
- Carmelita shot the wrong twin! - Oh, shit.
[SNIFFS]
You good, Mike? Let's go, team.
MARCUS: Yo, Mike, they're moving up to the chopper!
Mike! Don't let me go! Don't let me go! Oh, shit!
Get him.
Never felt better.
[GUNSHOTS]
- His records are a mess. - Surprising.
Now it's time to be good men.
You just gonna quit?
Mike, you fucked a married witch?
You may kiss the bride.
[BUS HORN BLARING]
Excuse me, Mr. Lowrey.
Whatever, man.
Don't disrespect me like that because you don't know.
- Dorn, follow Rafe! - DORN: Yup!
Oh, shit.
My therapist thought it'd be beneficial
- A nine? Oh, sh... - Yeah, man.
affectionately known as Uncle Mike.
[BRAKES SQUEALING]
It is of no advantage for me
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
Oh...
Shooters shoot!
[♪♪♪]
Mike! I can't get to you!
[IN SPANISH]
You know, Mike, heh...
DORN [OVER RADIO]: Platform is one way in, one way out.
[PRISONERS CLAMORING]
- Ahh! - Whoa!
All right. You good with that?
BOTH: Damn!
- No, uh-uh. - No! No!
I swear to you,
- You sure you're fine? - Oh, shit. Rita.
Where are your glasses? You need to put your glasses on.
Can you hear me?
- Fuck. AMMO? - Marcus, come in.
Who the fuck did this?!
[♪♪♪]
but they were bad guys, all of them.
- You mind if we switch seats? - Yeah, please.
[BLACK EYED PEAS' "RITMO" PLAYING]
- [CHANTING] Zway-Lo! Zway-Lo! - Top of the world, baby!
[PANTING]
I am so sorry about that.
Ah! Marcus!
MARCUS: Mike, how you think she DJ like that?
- Is that Manny's car? - Yeah.
[ALL LAUGHING, CHEERING]
Hey, can we get a time-out?
You're damn right. I'm about to serve this bitch right now.
- You know I shot some people. - Yeah.
[GROANS]
[♪♪♪]
Yep. Okay.
Ah! Mike, Mike, fucking chill, man.
Man, Theresa does not want your ass sitting at home,
Just let them both be Buddhist, Cap.
[GROANING]
- Marcus. - What?
Mike, the man is an accountant. We just need to talk to him.
[TIRES SCREECHING]
She must got some strong ass muscles.
- We said for life. - For life, baby.
is that I'll be running down criminals till I'm 100.
This is a bad idea.
This is revenge.
- Yeah, I'm a vessel. - Like David and Goliath.
Yeah, man.
Judge Leon Sorenson was shot
watching that little boy grow.
This is not a raid. It's surveillance.
- [MIKE LAUGHING] - [PEOPLE CHATTERING]
- Let's move. - Let's wait.
[CHUCKLES]
You coded out, Mike, three times.
[PITBULL & LIL JON'S "DAMN I LOVE MIAMI" PLAYING]
- What? - What do you mean, shut down?
Who in the hell wanna sing that song?
- [KNIFE SLICES] - [GROANS]
You look like a ghost, man.
all of our fears and traumas.
[SUCKS TEETH]
- No, yeah. - Uh-uh.
Ah...
Uh, yeah.
♪ Want the cash flow... ♪
And the guy gets up, all dusty, and he goes:
- Mike! Mike! - Miami PD! Get down!
- [MARCUS SCREAMS] - [YELLS]
♪ Miami where All that ass from ♪
And, Reggie, Megan, I would like to share it with you.
There you go.
Go! Go! Go!
We're not just black, we're cops too.
REPORTER 1 [ON TV]: A drive-by shooting
Sorry.
- There it is. - Yes. Now...
If you get involved,
Dear God...
A little Gorilla Glue will make that just fine.
[TLEN HUICANI'S "LA BRUJA" PLAYING]
- [LAUGHS] - [BULLET WHIZZES]
- Is that Diego or his twin? - Shh!
Spare me the street knowledge, grandpa. Nobody asked.
No, Mike.
Where the hell is your ride?
Hundreds of investigations, operations...
You jumping to conclusions. All right?
- Hell, who doesn't? - All right.
- and he sure looks dead. - Cap. Ah...
Get your damn finger out my face.
- Go, go, go! - What'd she do? What'd you do?
[PANTING]
- You're gonna pop that shit! - That shit nasty!
This raid is strictly nonlethal.
MARCUS: Yo, Mike, careful!
You okay?
Guys, let's run Cap through what we got on the case.
[♪♪♪]
Too slow.
[♪♪♪]
You said if I went out there, I was gonna get somebody killed.
Mama.
- What you mean? Like, one to 10? - Yeah, 10 being...
RITA: So tell us. Judge, prosecutor, criminal informant,
- No doubt. It's in the eyes. - Mm-hm.
It's the cartel. She's gonna have serious backup.
I'll be outside when you get your shit together.
Target confirmed.
What? What happened to bad boys one last time?
Let's load up!
Hey, go back to that last shot. The chain.
so as not to be trampled by the horse.