Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, don't get out of the car, Riggs. No. Riggs!
The bottle's going south.
You can't fire her for something I did.
...that he's the jam in my jelly roll.
Riggs, it's loaded with ammo.
-lt's for you, Rog. Me?
-Take it easy. Two days. Two days and you'll be out.
-Moving truck. -Moving truck? Ooh!
- l hope nobody saw us. - They'll blame me.
-Okay, take a little off the top. -Right here.
God!
If you got the brains, there's not a thing anybody can do about it.
Tell me, Rog, was it red wire, blue--?
Trish does my laundry. I live in your icebox. I live in your life.
It's a normal day.
Just a romantic evening by the fire, just the two of us.
-Great chase. -What are you doing here?
-Did somebody commit a murder? -Somebody's coming to see the house.
Of course I won't
But I need valves
- You're serious? - We got a dog and everything.
-l had them for a long time. -Like what?
Everybody says, "Cut the fat."
-What are you doing here? -Great car chase.
Blow them out.
Not really. lt's a dead issue, l'm afraid.
-Son of a bitch. I'm gonna-- Shh. Shh.
Am l gonna have to listen to this?
-Bomb squad? -On their way.
-Oh, yeah. -Mm-hm.
Two minutes for high-sticking.
Hey you wanna try something?
We busted him, we can talk to him. Let's go.
Look, uh....
His partner and him were on a stakeout. He went for coffee, never came back.
...for another couple years.
Yeah? Nice of you to steal that information.
Right now. It's giving me the shits!
Oh, that's pavement, dragged down Crenshaw. Mm-hm.
Shut up, Riggs.
Sergeant, we have got to talk.
-l did not. -You did.
Don't get fingerprints on the door, and put the glass in the dishwasher.
Looks like he's had one cappuccino too many.
Yeah. Thank you, Leo. Son of a bitch.
You have the right to remain silent.
You have the right to remain silent.
Sergeant Murtaugh.
Hey, get a chopper, man. Get a chopper.
-l'll see you, baby, okay? Bye-bye. -Okay. Bye.
It didn't happen to you. It happened to me.
That's something you should know about, huh?
My God, l killed that kid.
After watching Lorna handle herself so well...
The fuck you say to me
This is more simplified. A bit more powerful, but more simplified.
I am. l am, all right?
Let's foreclose on this son of a bitch.
Get in the truck! Get!
Aah! Shit!
Hey. Hey.
-Let's, uh, get something for your cold. -l know what l'm talking about, Riggs.
-How do you know him? -l've seen the guy before.
The house is off the market.
Step on it!
-l think he's okay for a change, doc. -Are you sure?
-l don't care! l don't care! -Yes, you do!
Mr. Jack Travis, this is the L.A.P.D.
Where does it say that a gunshot wound requires a rectal exam?
I want you to know there's a candle for every year in the force.
- Blow them out. - Blow them out. Come on.
Well, this is a pretty shonky job. I can dismantle it.
-What, you cut yourself shaving? -Yeah.
Okay.
-What have you two been up to? -What do you mean? We were in pursuit.
Because nobody wants to live next door to people like you. You're a menace.
Son of a bitch.
I'm Jazz Boy and he's classical. we're a double act
What you talking about? I hurt my back lifting weights.
-You self-righteous bastard. Give it. -Roger!
-l remember! I remember! -You remember!
Why don't you go back and beat your street?
...in the interrogation room.
We're cops. You're a cop, l'm a cop. We're on the same side.
-l guess I'm not cut out for Internal Affairs. -Where is it?
Well, let's just keep our eyes open.
-Look what they did to Murph's car. -Could've been worse.
I'm sorry.
-Hey, hey. Wait, wait. Riggs. Wait. -What?
-l'm sure, okay? -Shit.
- Got it, Mom. - l'll get it.
Oh, hi, honey. How are you? I thought I asked you not to call me here.
I'm driving, baby! Don't worry.
You said you had the cops under control.
Heh, heh, whatever.
...boy, I'm changing my mind about all that kung fu.
-There's a bomb in that building. -There's not.
-No. You'll be okay. -Yeah, yeah. l'm dying, Roger.
-My daughter came to your trailer? -What the hell?
- In the building. - Where?
He's dead. Come on, man, it was a clean shoot.
Hey, don't even think about it, Riggs. Don't even try.
-My feet are killing me. -They're killing me too.
Especially trying to pop an armored car.
You tell that man...
This is 6-William-6, this is 6-William-6.
He's gonna have to face the music on his own.
-We should've put the bag on the meter. -Put it in the glove compartment.
See what l mean?
This is it. This is the day.
I figure I can, uh, you know, make ends meet.
-He's family. We gotta go somewhere else. -Who's she?
I never made it with another sergeant before.
We're all the same now. We all got shot.
You can't be on the ice.
I thought that bullet sounded different.
-No, you're not coming. -Yes, I am. l'll take my car.
No, not Sergeant Cole from Traffic.
First impression can often be the right one.
-Aah! Hi, skinny.
Look, she may be wearing a skirt, but we're all brothers.