Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'm gonna go for it! - Cash, no!
Who holds the pink slip? Satan?
- Did you? - I was so drunk, I don't remember.
It's a seven-and-a-quarter yield.
What did you do with my car?!
But I can't, because...
- Stay off my case. - What makes it your case?
- Right? - I don't know.
Genetics Pee Wee!
It doesn't matter. They want me dead. My life isn't worth shit.
- Tango! - What?
...and planted the murder weapon at the scene, didn't you?
Okay, where's the stuff?
How could you be so stupid?
Ultra-booster. It's nitrous oxide.
I think it's the best organization in the country.
Attaboy, tripod! You just keep talking.
Don't make a move.
What's the matter, Tango? Come on, dog!
Yeah. This is the way.
But...
Don't panic!
"I don't know."
Oh, God.
Lower.
Don't panic.
The welcoming committee.
Who the hell do you think you are?
Depends how close you get.
- What? - I'm not going. I changed my mind.
What are you doing here?
Tango and Cash! Cash and Tango!
You have nothing to feel guilty about. I love you.
Freak!
How do you feel about Jean Segura?
I only hope that the outcome of this trial is such that the whole department...
Perret's gotta be in there.
I can take him.
Is there someplace else we can talk?
Listen to the man.
Get me a toy too.
- Do you want the good news or bad news? - The bad.
- There's a party on the roof. - Can I invite Mr. Potato Head?
- Kiki? - Yeah?
Oh, yeah, I'm okay. I'm just worried about you.
...is there anything else you wanna share?
- Stay off my case. - Nice tie.
- Great. Is that reliable? - Very reliable. A phone tap.
- My what? - Your what?
This is insane.
Can I talk to you for a minute?
Tango, you're going to be my bitch!
He told me he'd kill me.
Cover your tracks.
Looks quiet.
- We are in business. - Oh, yeah, we're in business.
By the way...
...what's the story with you and Ray?
- Great. All you need now is a gun. - Got it.
Dream on. You got your version, I got the truth.
What's the matter, ace? Got a little headache?
...I'd like you to watch me...
Put them on.
It was reversed.
I leave you with this thought, gentlemen.
Off the scaffolding!
When this is over, we have to pay Jabba the Hutt here a visit.
I don't wanna hear it.
No more owes-ies. We're even.
Please.
It's not raining and he's standing in a puddle.
- I owe you from back there. - Uh-huh.
It'll see 60 in five and a half seconds and pull high-tens in the quarter.
- Behind you! - What the hell is that?
Oh, boy.
I need a gun, a big gun.
Do you know what kind of firepower we're talking about here?