Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Fine. Who is it today?

All right. Sit down. Sit down. You okay?

Jesus Christ. Hey, hey, hey. I'm driving. Other side.

Hurry. Come on, dog. Good dog. Good puppy. Go! Go!

Latin. Man, you surprise the shit out of me.

-Don't touch me. -Hey, okay, l won't touch you.

-He forgot to buckle. -We cited him for it.

-Sheriff, we're L.A.P.D. -L.A.P.D.

Thank you for opening the door.

-l heard. -Heh.

-Have you eaten? -l already ate. I gotta go downtown.

-You got six more days to go. -Laundry service.

We know you're in here. We know where you are. Just stay in your seat.

-Hey, are you a cop? -Yeah.

-l can't believe you did that. Hey, where's Lorna?

-What do you want, Riggs? -Just wanted to see how you were doing.

-Nether what? -Your nether-- I can't say it in front of her.

-Are we required reading or something? -As a matter of fact, you are.

-l should go with her. -l want you to see something, Rog.

Great place to raise a family.

-lt's a .38. -That's a wimpy .38. This is a .38.

Oh, Lord, we commend the soul of Darryl Smithers to your safety.

Hey, don't do it. Don't let the earring fool you.

- No, because it's Wednesday. - Too big to argue with.

-What, do you eat alone? -l'm used to it.

What a good fella.

This is not a girdle. It's my back. My back went out on me.

-Honey? How are you doing?

They knew the sorting codes on the containers...

-What are you doing? -Well, l can't shoot a dog.

-l was required to share it with you? -Yeah.

I guess all they saw was Uranus, huh?

-l've got a little extra time now, sergeant. -l'm fine, doctor.

-What are you smiling at? -Heh.

-Lots of cops and a bunch of boxes. -Split now. Just get out of here.

-Word. Oh, yeah, that word. -Where you been?

I need the good stuff

...not because of them, all right?

-Yeah? -Yeah. And l'm sorry, Riggs.

One hell of a dirty cop.

How do you like that, huh? What are you doing with a rubber gun?

Ah, yeah, l know what you mean. I've been married 25 years.

-Riggs, you crazy son of a bitch. -Yeah! Ha, ha!

-You know what l say? -What?

One hell of a retirement plan this asshole's got, isn't it?

-That's a natural mistake. -What, I have a wooden head?

-lt's gotta be easier than this. They don't know Leo Getz.

Look, that kid was a killer, all right.

You're gonna have to get him between lunches. Son of a bitch.

Everybody? Daddy?

At least your name isn’t “Leo”

No, I don't get, "Close is a lingerie shop without a front window." l don't get that.

You conceded or you're conceited?

See how that can jeopardize everything? Right, Tyrone?

-Thanks anyway, for your concern. -Yeah. Thanks, doc.

-You're a beauty. Coming?

-Hurt like a son of a bitch. -l'll take your word for it.

-Leo! -That's enough.

I can't retire.

Nice shooting, phew. -Regular Billy the Kid, huh?

I'm your friendly Portuguese airline.

-Next time, wait for the bomb squad. -Bomb squad.

Hey, hey, hey! -He can't hold his water.

You want to do something, Sergeant Murtaugh?

He made a dozen calls to this address.

-Hey, l'll see you guys. We won't make a move without you.

Hey! Is he dead? Check the body.

Get a grip on yourself, Tyrone, all right? We have a deal.

-Armor-piercing bullets? -Thousands of rounds...

I can see you've given this a lot of thought, Rog, actually.

Shit, son of a bitch knew there was a camera in the wall.

I ought to let you drown, you traitor.

Not a lobotomy. Cut your hair so you can hear.

We're both here, right? Right.

- Shit. - Serious shit.

I had to tell them everything. It's the law, okay? I mean, full disclosure.

You got nailed first time out.

-See what? -Jaywalker.

Я Хаос, он Раздор, мы работаем вместе

Never heard--? Ehh! Ehh! Wrong answer. Wrong answer.

-You And i Have To Talk. -Talking to you is bad for my image.

You're right. You sit tight, I'll be right back.

What am I--? Hello, Car 54, where are you? I cracked this case for you guys.

-You know something, Riggs? -What?

About time. These doggy treats are okay, but l need some human food.

Get off my set, all right? What are you, deaf? Go.

Hey, heh, baiting master. Great. I'll try that on Trish.

Listen. Mesa Verde's legit.

-You're retiring us. -No. That's not my problem.

It's the law. It's called full disclosure.

Okay, l'm on. No, l'm not. I'm off! Wait!

im to old for this shit you and me both

I'm not your enemy, captain. I'm just trying to do my job.

Was used in a drive-by shooting in San Bernardino County, August 1 990.

-Partners? -You and Riggs owe me two new tires.

Yeah? What are you boys doing down there?

-How do you spell, "proctological"? Rectal exam?

These are cute. -Notice the smooth jacket.