Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Go! Go! Go!
Don't touch me!
-Have to hold my breath. -Did you see that?
A drug dealer came through with his car and crashed right in.
-Hey, Nick. -Spare me.
-Dragged for about half a block. -That's a good one.
She had two vests on. She's gonna be okay.
This is the police police, captain.
-This scratch? -Come on, it feels like Grand Canyon.
Come on, there's kids out there. Babies.
Jack, I came out here to do business, not be insulted by you.
-Shit. lt's down. -Hey, the subway's down there.
Where are you going? Get down! Get down! All of you, get down!
You know what l mean?
-And, uh, put on a vest. -Oh, are you wearing one?
-What? -May I see your pass?
Whoa!
-Leo, Leo. -l'm gonna die, l know it. What?
-Yeah, Dad. -Be good.
-Can l see all your ID there? -Sure.
Jaywalking?
Hey, how you doing?
-Of course l won't. -You just exceeded your authority, captain.
You have the right to remain unconscious.
You better tell me what's the sound editior or i'll blow your f**king head off!
That was a machine pistol with twin carbines and all the trimmings.
Jack, it's the cops. They're burning everything.
This is all right.
I need the good stuff. You’ll get the ammo, the good stuff.
Huh.
I don't think she's telling us everything.
Watch it!
-From where l was sitting, l couldn't see. -Forget it. Come on, trust me.
-You're not fired. Don't worry. -No, you're not. Take it easy, Riggs.
I'm L.A.P.D. L.A.P.D.
Relax, baby. Relax, baby.
Call an ambulance, Riggs.
Just take it easy. Don't push him. Don't push.
Keys. Give me your fucking hands.
-Nothing's going down. -l'm going with you.
Police!
What's this? lt's kind of soft. It's not a bulletproof vest.
-Say, is that, uh--? -lt's Darryl's gun.
-Could've been yours. Could've been Trish's.
-...two.... Three.
Tell my mother, Rog.
Well, uh, you're doing pretty well. Trish didn't send me.
Chew on this onion. -Yeah.
Stay away from my daughter.
I'm Gonna Eat Your Fucking Heart!
Perfect.
-Door's open. -Aah!
- Holy fuck. - See you, Riggs.
-You gotta have killer instinct. -Heh. Son of a bitch.
That's right, we're cops. Not crooks. I'll get change.
I'm pissed off! You need a reason?
This termite-infested dump is now gone. Okay?
Get me up there. -Yeah, get up close.
Thank you for your cooperation. Play on, boys.
Shit.
When you retire, you're not just retiring you, you're retiring us.
Don't push, lady. I'm on police business here.
OHH MOTHER FUCK
Los Angeles penalty. Number 1 5, Tony Brown.
Bullshit! -Murtaugh. Hey, hey. Riggs!
- I'm showing you. - Something going down?
-What are you looking at? -Hey, man. Peace.
Okay, Billy got caught. There's nothing I can do about that now.
-That's harassment. -"Cute stuff." That's you.
Careful. Careful.
He got it.
Okay, who's wearing? Roger, you're wearing. I need you.
Could you bring me a needle and thread?
Yo, hey. -What's the problem?
Where does this come out?
Hey, hey, hey, Riggs, don't--
You okay?
You see anybody, anything strange?
-Forty-nine. -Oh, yeah.
-Don't. You'll never sell-- Shh.
And this guy's an asshole.
Hey, word, Nick.
Delores says that you're the jam in her jelly roll. That's--
-Sergeant Cole. -Get down! Get down!
-lt all pointed to a cop. -Or an ex-cop.
I don't care! I'm gonna drill him!
-How'd you know where to find them? -We got it all.
Hey word, Riggs
- Can't see the bomb squad. - They're coming.
Hey, not that way.
I just don't know--
Oh, man, I'm sorry. Are you okay? Are you okay?
Oh, shit!
You wanna try something? Watch this. This is called a backspin kick.
I didn't realize...
I'm thinking that it's eight minutes and 42 seconds.
I don't have it on me, okay? I wasn't driving, okay?
Yeah, yeah. Things I've put off too long.
As a matter of fact, he's cowering down on all fours right behind this counter.
I'm not touching you.
Son of a bitch.
Get back. Just get back. Get back!
Well....
Oh, l love that picture window.
Who knows? Maybe l should run over there and ask him?
- Wait, wait. - Let's go.
-Yeah. He's quitting, so help him, okay? -l quit.
You ever heard of genocide?
Okay, l have sold this turkey.
-l got him. -You're all right, pal. Just stay calm.
Just take it easy, now.
-Captain. -Boys, boys. Just the captain.
-Look, don't do this, okay? Please. -Give it to me, damn it, Riggs!
Delores the Road Warrior is dead on your raggedy ass.
I don't have to share shit with you.
-Know what we could do? -What?
Swing with me and my crew. That's the move.
Can you tell me where l can find the lovely Sergeant Murtaugh?
Ho! Ho! Ho! Hey, keep your hands off my thigh.
-No, no. I don't do that anymore. -Oh, yeah? Good man.
You just can't plop this on the grill.
-Come on in. Aah!
-Right there. -What?
You son of a bitch.
-Come on, just get me up there closer. It's roped off.
What's with you, anyway?
This is what we came for. Load everything on the elevator, guys.
Starts with a W, "or" in the middle, D on the end.
You can't settle every problem with your fists.