Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, bye, Daddy.
-Are you okay? -l'm okay. l'm okay. l'm okay.
"Police police." Can you say that three times in a row, real fast?
Sure you do, Jack.
I'm gonna pick Lorna up from the hospital this afternoon.
-The boys. -Hey, what are you doing, huh?
Ram him! Ram him!
Here are your keys, captain.
Fuck, it's Darryl.
My girl. Ha, ha.
No, not really. He's down the hall to the right.
We'll keep you overnight. -Yeah, take it slow.
Huh? Why do you do that?
-We could drive this out. -Fine, it's your turn to drive.
Sergeant, did you get what you need?
Lorna Cole.
-Who the fuck are you guys? Sorry. L.A.P.D.
Hell of a brutal cop. Could beat a confession out of anyone.
- Now's the time to buy. - Leo, Not now.
I can see that. And it's cold water too. There goes your image.
You wanna go see the captain?
-Okay, I'm thinking. Let me think. Okay. -Think.
-All right, how many is that? Fifty-five.
That's all l can say. We'll take over from here.
- Hey, Tyrone, my man, how are you? - Jack, how's it going?
People, okay, but not dogs.
-Who did you sleep with? -l slept with Sergeant Cole.
- Two days, you'll be good as new. - I should be with them.
I'm gonna be with you, Lorna.
...and l'm gonna help you.
You think l want to end up in uniform again?
Now, that's not a nice thing to say to a lady.
Leo, Leo, Leo. Look. We got something for you to do.
Let's get out of here.
Yeah.
-Tell me you lost. -l said, don't touch anything.
-Very quiet. -The inside's better than the outside.
You're the only family l've got.
They get greedy and do something stupid that jeopardizes everything.
Exxon.
-Lorna. -Lorna.
That’s more plastic than Cher
-Nobody has to tell you anything. -l wanna go and see the captain.
-Relax, Rog. Relax. Right. -Don't do nothing.
-Riggs, you okay? Yeah.
Don't do nothing.
No, we can't, so will you shut up?
This cake's about to explode, so, uh, you better blow out these candles.
I know.
Kelly's Pool Hall. Kelly speaking.
Hey, hey, hey, come on. It's okay.
I hate it when I'm right.
We have a license that belongs to one Hubert Bartholomew Smith.
Hey hey hey, Riggs What's the matter with you??
-Scheduled for destruction? -Yeah.
-Hey, Riggs. Yo.
A little bit higher. That's better.
Let's get ready to rumble.
Whoa! Hey, hey, hey.
-Every day until l retire. -That'll be a week too long.
-l'll try and improve my image. -Mm.
Please, Rog.
- You too, Leo. - You can't do that.
Paula to Paddy
Fifty-five. All right, we got eight more.
-You did? -A real cop. Go sit in your fucking trailer.
Man. Oh, Rog, man, l'm sorry.
I'm reinstating both of you.
Hey, wait. l'm coming.
Very slowly, as if you're not here, just walk away.
Just hold still. Hold still.
-He dropped out of school. -Those are pretty gang colors he's wearing.
May he find the peace in heaven that eluded him on Earth.
Nice service.
-Great. l love cats. -Hey.
How could you do that? I can't believe you did that.
-lf he falls, don't hit him. -Don't worry. I got something for you.
Time to pay another visit to the L.A.P.D.
Come on, let me see your hands. Get them up!
God, don't you love me? Five days.
Rog, I think we should go. Leo, could you get the place fumigated?
-Okay, okay. -l'm taking a bath, Leo.
-We're taking over, thanks. -Nobody told us they were taking over.
You gotta cut this out.
I know that kid.
-A big party. Okay.
I haven't worn this uniform in 1 5 years. Cleaners must have shrunk it.
Snip. See? All done.
Yeah, it's our job.
Hiya, Hubie.
Right. Oops.
Word.
stay away from my daughter!
I was walking. What, do l need a walking license now?
-l'm sure he's anything but fine. -Really, he's okay.
Looks like we're gonna have to do it the old-fashioned way.
Bye, baby.
We got nine minutes and seven seconds left.