Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Trust me. Okay? Trust me.
It happens. Probably saw a radio on the back seat.
-My partner's in trouble. Watch out for him. -l got him!
Well, he did it to me.
Shut my mouth. -The man's on fire.
You're supposed to grow old with someone...
-Rianne, l think you have a new friend here. -Yeah.
I know this guy. What are you watching, Geraldo?
Oh, my. There's more plastic than Cher.
-Maybe they know something. -l'll find out.
You better tell me who's the sound editor or i'll blow your f**king head off!
You had a tip on Travis, you should have shared it with me.
-lt's just a flesh wound. So it's okay.
But l need ammo.
Happy retirement, Daddy
You're in trouble. You got termites.
How much you got in there, a million? Million and a half?
Ooh! Ooh! Riggs! Riggs! Roger! Roger!
I think you're really letting this retirement thing get you down, Rog.
- Keep your hands down. - Give my fucking wallet back!
He stuck it in my leg and ran it around eight times.
-Yesterday, my partner, he nailed this kid-- -l know about Murtaugh.
-Gonna come wish me luck? -Rianne?
You're just thinking about yourself! Goddamn it.
Wash your hands, Riggs.
Ooh! Ooh!
-Termites? -Uh-huh.
I need ammo
Watch out. You okay, honey?
Dolphin, octopus.
You sank your money into this, out here in the middle of the fucking desert?
Okay, now that you mention it, the bathroom has been completely remodeled...
-That's all right. -No, no, I'm sorry.
Cover u cover me cover evrybody! Sheesh
-You know what they're gonna say? -"Get the fuck out of here."
Whoo! -Sure enough. Whoo!
Go to hell, Riggs.
Of course I won’t.
I do have a little problem.
The only thing holding up your house is the paint.
No, I said forget it.
Can you hear me?
-That's not the way l see it. -The chief will.
And this guy comes in, introduced me to another guy...
Honey, open your eyes. Open your eyes.
My whole body's numb. l can't feel it.
Hey, wait a minute. You forgot to sign.
What, do you throw it at people? Pretty heavy.
I can't believe you did that. I got a spare in the trunk.
Hmm...
And all busted by the same police officer...
-lt sounded like one when it happened. Shit.
Mind and body strong now, grasshopper.
-l ain't been to Portugal. -Beautiful.
Uh, who are--? Who is it? Hello?
It's not okay.
Oh, shit!
Darryl?
-Brain surgery? -No, a lapotomy.
Son of a bitch. No clip.
Well, point to it.
-l've never been to Portugal. -Stop joking.
-Okay. Sure, l can do this. -Remember that name?
Goddamn.
He's a comedian in his spare time.
Guess not. Well, l'm cutting the red wire, okay?
Riggs! Riggs!
Hey, word, Riggs
You used to be one of us, for chrissakes, Jack.
Where you been, kid?
-Yes, you did. -No. No, I didn't lose.
-Why's she taking--? -Please, Mr. Getz. You'll get--
If it's just friendship, try shaking hands next time.
You've gotta come see me.
Get out of the way.
Like, some guys wanted broads, another guy wanted Cuban cigars.
I didn't say his name was Jack.
You have the right to remain silent.
Hey! -Riggs!
-What? What? -A minute ago you said blue.
I love you, Dad.
You know I love you, Riggs. And your problems are my problems, all right?
We'll get some back-dated permits.
This is Sergeant Murtaugh.
You invest time and energy into training somebody.
-l do. Big plans. -Sure. Big plans?
Riggs, you're alive. Come here.
-Oh, let's just shoot him. -Oh, oh, oh, what is he crazy?
I said don't hit him, Riggs.
Son of a bitch. Shit. Crazy motherfucker!
Hey, Riggs! Crazy son of a bitch.
What are you trying to prove out there, huh?
Mr. Jack Travis.
-Go for it. -All right.
Stick around. This is the good part.
-Grab the cat. -Grab the cat?
Hang on.
I, uh, think we should talk to Billy Phelps.
-All right. Okay?
Won't you kind of miss all this good stuff when you retire?
-Bring him this way, guys. -l can't believe this. l just--
Woo-hoo.
I love you, son.
Another baby.
Stop fronting yourself. You know what l'm saying?
-Hey, where? -l don't know. I recognize him--
Riggs.
Surprise.
You back out now, and I'll make certain that only your dentist can identify the body.
It's okay, it's okay. Just lie still. Just lie still.
I'm tired of it. I'm tired of it. Motherfucker.
Somebody brought a monkey because the monkey knocked over the salad bar.
And you're gonna come back with your friends.
Rog, I think we ought to check this out.
She calls me all the time. And she leaves me notes. What am I gonna do?
Where are they?
No, it's full up already. Put it in the back seat.
Okay, there it is. You happy? Let's go.
Lankershim and Vineland. Where are we going, Rog?
I have contracts signed.
-Take the stairs, man, it's faster. Okay, thanks.
-Boy, I'm getting too old for this shit. -Not for me, you're not, sugar.
When you test positive for Covid -19
Yes, it is itchy. These doctors are savages.
You had no choice.
M A Griffith We’ve got plenty of stock
DR. EGGMAN IS COMING!!!
Riggs! You stupid son of a bitch.
That's okay, sir. Thanks a lot.
Oh, shit.
Can you handle this or should l radio for backup?
Oh. Hey, l think a little mess adds to the charm.