Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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