Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Guess you can't teach an old dog new tricks.
-Stay behind me. -Come on, let's go.
-Permit? -You know what l'll do? Hold it.
Hello?
I need your bike. Sergeant Riggs, call it in. I need a couple clips too.
Oh!
-Bomb squad's on their way. -There's no bomb.
Hey word Riggs
I accessed Billy Phelps' phone records on my computer.
Anything but a gun. Here we are, busting our asses on the streets...
Shit.
-Fresh ones, huh? -Oh, yeah. Shaving cuts.
Keep singing, baby. Just stay close.
-Hold still. -Yeah.
You got anything l can put on my head?
-No, you're not. Yes, l am.
Let's get out of here! Step on the gas.
I don't hear a "thank you."
But you and me, Smitty, we're gonna start over.
Hi, fellas. What's in all these boxes?
You purposefully withheld information concerning a case under my investigation.
-Tell me. -Know what? This is ridiculous.
Happy Retirement Wayne!
I killed that boy.
-Need some help? An old fella like you-- -l'll show you a fella my age.
Hey, Riggs! Hey, Riggs!
Call 91 1 .
-All right. Listen. -Yeah.
Hmm?
-You ought to learn to trust your instincts. -Oh, God.
Twice he got away. Nobody gets away from me!
This could be a serious ethical breach here.
What are you talking about?
-You don't wanna hear it. -No, no. I'm here. l'm here.
-l don't care. -Yes, you do.
Darryl, breathe.
-Damn it. Didn't know there was one...
Ah, shit.
Observe.
-No. No, no, no. -Come on.
You look like l feel.
Haven't seen him around in a while.
...because they took the automatics and left the junk behind.
chew on this onion
That great? Come on.
She's probably on the take too. What do you take me for?
Want one? Want one? You hungry? Huh?
-l got a job, fuck-o. -Shut up. Who asked you?
Right? Good. Why don't we start to act like it, huh?
-You'll be here two days. -That Leo's chart?
-l'm thinking we should cut the blue wire. -Wait!
I think maybe l slept with someone that I probably shouldn't have.
Oh, yes, you do. We all have problems. You help me...
-That'd be too easy. -Yeah.
This gentleman saw the device.
-Which phone can I use? -Uh, sunroom. Sunroom.
-Oh, God. -Ah!
Stay there. That shit works, Riggs. Riggs!
Why don't you cut out this classified bullshit?
Well, it's obvious Murph was never a Boy Scout.
-When you-- Yeah. -Hey, hey. Riggs, let's go.
World of computers, Murph. World of computers.
...to get these weapons out of circulation and now they're headed right back out.
-We're in the middle of a case. -Yeah.
Nearly a cat-tastrophe, huh? Heh.
But I need valves
-Don't touch anything. -l wasn't. l didn't--
Hit me again, huh? You think I'm afraid of you?
We're gonna stay in this termite-infested turkey for another 1 0 years.
You can get us a cup of coffee.
Who sent you? Trish?
-Where's the seats? -Yeah.
...claiming the lives of our children be lifted by your grace...
Stop that shit. Cut it out.
-You don't recognize my face? No, sir.
When's somebody gonna cover me for a change?
-Hey, can l borrow your glasses? -Yeah.
I got no dispute. l just came over to open the door for you.
Hold it right there, pal. Step up here, please.
Nothing to do.
-Look at that. -lt's a knife.
The Phelps case has been transferred to Internal Affairs.
Understand what l'm saying?
-That's classified. -Classi--?
-License for jaywalking? -Yeah, jaywalking.
I'm smoking to take my mind off my dog-biscuit problem.
Stop!
Riggs! Riggs!
We're looking for a friend of yours, Travis.
Hey, Becker, how's it hanging?
Yeah.
-Your friends. -Yeah.
You have to sign the contract before the suckers change their mind.
Get back! Take cover!
Oprah should see this.
One got stuck in my lung. I was breathing blood bubbles. Disgusting.
Well, we gotta work. Come on. Let's go.
We should go to Evidence, pull every file on this guy.
There's policemen at every exit, so it's no use trying to run.
Like, uh....
You find the man that put the gun in my son's hand.
Diaper rash makes you cranky, huh?
After all the shit we've been through, don't you get it?
l apologize to everybody. -Don't push him.
Okay, anyway, look. Like the drapes? Maybe she'll leave the drapes.
-Hey, hey, hey. Old dog, my ass, huh? -Yeah?
-He's a friend of mine, a policeman. -Yeah, we're both here to visit--
Tomorrow you have lunch with me, but I'm not paying.
We'd like you to come back.
Get out of here, before my partner kills you! Go that way, not that way!
I hope you don't blame me.
Installed them six months ago.
-We're trying to work here. -Okay.
Hey, how you doing, son? Your mother know you're here?
-Employee problems. You know how it is? -Yeah, right.
Do you mind, huh? Thanks.
You got three days until you retire. This is not gonna do you any good.
What's wrong with you? I said go on three, not two.
Hey, how about treating your dad to breakfast today, okay?
MAC-1 0, 9 mm, semi-automatic...
-Riggs, you here? -Calm down.
No, you're not. Rog, don't do this to yourself, all right?
Hold on, Riggs! Hold on!
Do any of you know a Mr. Travis?