Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Come on, Roger, she was worried.
Morning, gentlemen. L.A.P.D. Got a few questions.
-How's business? Booming. Can't you tell?
Yeah. -Yeah, lucky thing. What is it?
Trish know about this?
Come on, let's go!
Gotcha.
Uh-huh.
Sheriff's Department.
Now, look--
-You're driving. -No, I'm driving.
-Hey, is that Greek? -No, no. Latin.
Don't be stupid.
-Bye, Leo. -l should be with-- Hey! Ow! Ouch!
Breathe.
-Ah! -Oh, God. We haven't even started.
Riggs!
Happy birthday, kid.
The fuck is this?
If you don't scratch my back, l don't throw you--
You have the right to remain-- You're under arrest.
He was gonna do you, he was gonna do me.
All right, we'll get these later. Let's go.
Shit, man, feel it.
-Who's a grumpy bastard? -l'm a grumpy bastard.
-All right, let's go on three. One-- -Uh, on three, or three and then go?
Oh, yeah? When is he gonna say something funny?
We can go upstairs, wait for the bomb squad, have a cappuccino.
-lt goes all the way to the back. -Oh, hey. Right through?
You better tell me what's the sound editor or i'll blow your f**king head off!
That isn't a dog. That's a horse.
Three. It's always three. -Boys! Boys!
Take a right! Go!
Aah! Don't even say "hot-wire" around this stuff, man.
Captain, what's she talking about?
-Came on all by itself? You a wise guy? -l swear.
You know, our cases have unfortunately crossed paths here.
Help me. Help me.
Hey, guys. Phelps, William. Actually, his name's Billy.
Hey, Riggs.
-Catch him, catch him. -All right.
Yeah, right, Kelly. Hi, let me speak to Dad.
You see this gun? I wanna know where it came from, Tyrone. l wanna know now.
Go! All right!
Glad you understand what I'm talking about.
Yeah, l saw him do it. Okay, everybody, listen up.
-Let's go see the captain. -All right.
-Why weren't you at my party, huh? -l knew you weren't gonna retire.
All right, asshole. I wanna see your hands right now.
I thought I heard gunfire.
Step on it! There he is! Step on it!
I need the good stuff
Oh, Jesus!
Cover me.
I should've cut the red wire.
Here. Here's more. Leave some for me.
We don't want this screwed up.
Ten more years till forced retirement, huh, baby?
Ooh, hoo-hoo! Thanks for the interest, sugar, but one thing at a time.
God, I'm all thumbs. Look, he fell down. Let me help you up.
Look, l told you before, moron, I don't know no Jack Travis.
-Yes. I said yes. Thank you. -Good.
Same damn thing. Third and Highland.
-Phelps? You too? -Hi.
-Look, there they are. -lmpressive.
Maybe I should, uh, become one of those Hollywood agents. What do you think?
Son of a bitch.
That means you're gonna stay with the force?
-You bring all your interrogations home? -Okay.
Of course l won't
Hey, listen. Come on, you guys, give me a break.
Well, until you do, fuck off.
We’ve got plenty of stock
So, Sergeant Riggs...
Spyro the dragon Is coming
Open your eyes.
You're gonna give yourself a hernia. Come here. Sit down.
Get me the fuck out of here, will you?
There you go. You're gonna make it.
-Get him off my set. This isn't part of the story.
The fuck? -Take the elevator, bring the other guys.
And may the scourge of violence...
What about me, huh?
-Okay. You okay now? -l'm pissed now, Rog. Now I'm pissed.
-...converted to automatic-- -With 36 rounds in the magazine.
Don't-- He's trying to ruin me, Riggs.
-She's a cop, man. -l know she's a cop.
We're just doing a few routine inquiries. You been checked for lice recently?
On two.
- Hey, Rog? - Yeah?
I don't have nothing there.
I blame Darryl.
You selfish bastard! You selfish bastard!
Same floor.
-Oh, okay. That's okay. That's okay. -Oh, I don't know.
-Watch out, Riggs. -Come on!