Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What? What? -Guns.
No, I'm chaos and he's mayhem...we're a double act.
Oh no, no no no no no no no no!
Just a minute. You can't go in there. You don't have a pass.
After the guns were stolen, lnternal Affairs moved the confiscated ammunition.
Here, boy. Here, boy.
Happy retirement, Daddy
I think the best thing you could do is leave him alone.
-They can't trace it. -Well, now, heh--
Of course I won't
-Pico Station. -Thanks, pal.
Put your foot down!
You got ice in your veins. You ever kill a boy like Nick?
Why? -Why?
Damn. Riggs, the ammo. Get out of there.
I hate dogs, Riggs.
Look, l don't wanna hear that anymore.
Armor-piercing bullets, yeah. Cop killers.
Let me tell you something, okay? You're fired. All right. Have a nice day.
That's good, Murphy. See how easy that was?
And l'll be there to escort you out in a minute.
Now, you've all seen these vests stop a .357 magnum bullet, haven't you?
...but the cops are all over you, man.
-Beautiful. -Very nice.
-Yes. A lot of years. That's a lot.
This great? Okay? Okay?
Nobody who works for me goes into business for themselves.
-Yeah, well, I can end it. -You know what?
Where the fuck do you think you're going? Let's go.
Scheduled for destruction by the L.A.P.D. six weeks ago.
-He's with us? -Did l say that?
Oh, he's a friend of yours?
I don't think that's a good idea. You shouldn't rush this.
-Police! Freeze! Hey!
...to a more secured location. Shit.
-Fuck you. -l don't think so.
...how did you find us?
-He hurt his back. -Hurt my back this morning lifting weights.
Sorry, Murph. But l'm just getting started.
You've been shot in the arm. Let her take it. You'll get it back.
Hey, come on. Breathe. Oh, God.
This look like a dumdum wound?
A DUMP DUMP wound can be very serious.
Beautiful, huh?
Come on. Who did it?
I'm telling you--
-Rog? -What?
lt's the people to look at the house. -And our broker.
Okay, we've gotta go, sarge. -Okay.
Pump-action. 1 2-gauge.
How could you do that to me?
Guns, ammo, drugs, cash. It's a one-stop shopping center.
Goddamn it!
-Three? -Yeah, three.
- Morning, Rog. - How you doing?
-Yeah. Right down here. Went through. -Oh.
- ls she fired? - Yes, she's fired.
-Riggs, how's Murtaugh? -He's good. He's fine.
Open the door.
Okay, okay. Just wanna make sure.
-Riggs, there's five of them, man. -Yeah, I know.
-Okay, man, just trying to help. -Just get back.
You're gonna smack the shit out of me, right?
Shit, Riggs. This time we wait for the bomb squad.
You're already fucking history and you know it.
Of course I won't
Leo's here. l'll take care of it. I'll make a couple calls.
osns hahhaha
It's true. Hey, it's true. True.
Two days? All right, we'll keep him two days.
Back me up, Riggs!
Riggs, what are you thinking? What are you thinking, Riggs? Riggs.
-Yeah, damn right l did. -Careful, she's Internal Affairs.
There's a hat in the closet.
Oh, shit!
You were required to share it with me.
They tried to take my appendix. They gave me a lapotomy.
It looked mutual. Wipe that lipstick off before the guys at the station start talking.
You haven't met his daughter, Lorna Doone.
Fired? Riggs, what did you do?
-Relax, Mr. Getz. -l'm fine. Nothing wrong with me.
This is Herman Walters, chief of intelligence.
-Oh, yeah, you've got some good taste. -When l was 1 2.
-Rog, please. -Forget the cappuccino.
Grant them both pardon and everlasting rest.
Why don't you spend a couple more years, think it over. Why quit?
Yeah? Yeah, we're practically--
-No. -Give me that.
William Phelps, armored-car suspect. He's been moved to interrogation.
-Word, Riggs. -Word, Rog.
-You own your own house, doc? -What?
Come on. The whole force is bent.
Hey. Hey, Hey, Hey, Riggs..
-l don't know. -They didn't take it upstairs.
Look at the front kick. Look at that.
I'm Chaos and he's Mayhem. We're a double act.
Here, step into my orifice.
-He could check this out. -That's all I'm good for? Takes slugs--
I don't care. I don't care.
Riggs, yes, I do. l wanna hear it.
And l will not make a stupid mistake.
All units. All units. Code 2, high.
I think I should try and make friends with him.
What's a dumdum wound?
-Do you know how to fill one of these out? -A long time ago. Let me see.
-He talked to me first. -Leo, Leo.
Cut, cut, cut! Who the fuck is this lunatic?
Hey, hey, hey. Right behind you, baby. That's right. Take a good look.
We can do it your way if you'd like.
That's great. I take one for you, and that's what you tell me?
Cover you, cover Riggs. Cover everybody.
Oh, that's great. Huh-huh. That's great. Thank you.
What the fuck--? -Hey!
A beauty. Yeah, l'm coming.
Son of a bitch.
I'm springing for the soap. Nothing too fancy. That's a cute dog.
-Your place? -Well, that's where l am.
Look, so long as l get an invite to the Casa de Murtaugh, I'm happy.
-ls that so? -Don't hit him.
...that my retirement's gonna screw you up.
-He's dead. -How'd they get it out of here?
Sums me up today
Confiscated by a truant officer of the L.A. School Board, October 1 990.
Afternoon, captain.
-See you soon. Thanks a lot. Don't mention it.
Hey, I'm with you now. Look, l'm right here.