Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're a hungry boy.
How's this, huh?
Hey, who are you? You're not the regular guy.
You're really gonna love this.
When you busted Phelps, you stumbled onto something...
I got him. I got him.
Yeah, what's lnfernal Repairs want with our collar?
We're partners. We are partners.
You on parole?
That's right. Know why it's gonna be a gold mine?
Stand there.
Instead, it found its way into the hands of a 1 5-year-old boy...
-What's this right here? -Huh?
- Nobody's dead. - Night's young.
Of Scotch.
Of course i won't
Did you have a permit when you built over the garage?
-This is a blue-ribbon event. -Forget it, Riggs.
I can beat it. I can beat it. Have a look at this.
-Hmm. Won't work. -Why?
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-You're right, you're right. -Why am l doing this? Why am I--?
I don't care!
Oh, shit.
-This isn't a toy, Riggs. -What is it?
Let them escape the judgment of vengeance and enjoy the blessedness of eternal life.
Yahoo! -Shh! Quiet.
Jesus Christ.
Oh, shit!
Where did this gun come from, motherfucker?
From their records, the only thing they contribute is mayhem and chaos.
You wanna talk about it?
God, be good to me, please.
Get your hearing checked. Put that away.
Oh, God. lt's a girdle.
-Where did he go? -Down there. Down there.
Used properly, a very effective weapon.
Hey, uh, you gonna put that out? You're finished with it, yeah?
-Billy-- -Billy Phelps.
Vests are optional, boys and girls. Especially boys.
Darryl was my friend, Dad.
Does "needle in a haystack" mean anything to you?
Dead two days later?
-What? -Count to 20.
This is what they do when they die. I saw them.
-Because you should've cut the red wire! -l did cut the red wire!
-Yeah, right. -And get a haircut.
-No, that's not what l mean. What?
He's Nick's friend.
Hey, we lost him.
- Fuck you. - There's a lady here. Do you mind?
Excuse me, cute stuff.
Put your hands down. lt's embarrassing.
imtooldforthisshit youandmeboth
Riggs!
It's okay. You okay?
Take your finger out of my bottle and give me that gun.
- That's classified. - I'm talking to him.
Look, maybe these guys can contribute something to this case.
Oh. You tell him Delores was here.
Let me show you upstairs. Wait till you see this. lt's beautiful.
-l can't believe l got shot. -You'll be all right.
-You'll stink up the house. Don't smoke. -l'm edgy.
-You really like those things, huh? -What, these? Yeah, it's good.
-Those things. l got those things too. -Yeah, Riggs. Right.
What's this stupid business you and Billy tried to pull?
Son of a bitch.
I wanna cook one of those monster burgers for him.
Okay, guys. L.A.P.D. Let me see your hands.
From the shock, he was dead two days later.
Let's live to regret this, huh?
Hey, don't sweat it. You laundered it, didn't you? They can't trace it.
-There's a bomb! -There is not.
Be gentle with me.
-You want me to go? -Yeah. This is a guy sort of thing.
Okay, okay. So, uh, we saw enough of the kitchen.
-We busted our buns busting this guy. -Busted is right.
Ten dollars for a fucking aspirin, that's not even covered.
Pay particular attention to the tip. Good close look at it.
I need the good stuff
-Hey, look, blood. See? Blood. -lt's not gushing.
Nineteenth goal and 41 st point for number 3, Max Weinberger.
-Saving it for the right occasion. -This is the right occasion.
Think l could get a gun this time?
...but if no bones were broken or blood wasn't gushing, nobody cared.
Come here. Step on it.
- Lock and load! - l got it.
Move. Get off my set.
Wait a minute. You forgot to sign the form.
-Every station. That's great.
Anything else you wanna disclose before we go on?
-You'll be okay. -l'm choking, see?
Killed in the line of duty, Riggs!
This Murtaugh-- This--
Hey, hey, Riggs!
Go ahead. Hit me again.
Come on, l wanna be with you.
-Okay. Here. -Must be itchy.
I never heard of him.
I had three days, and now this.
Oops Yeah oops
Who's got the gun?
- Hello. Up here! - Hello?
Stop! The dog. Wait for the dog.
- That's not the point. - lt was a platonic peck on the cheek.
Hatchett, you said not to worry about the police...
Two fingers, Murph.
Oh!
No! Oh, Jesus Christ. What are you gonna do now, shoot me?
Come on, let's go.