Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Her face smashed to a pulp.
You have no evidence whatsoever linking the accused to the murder.
I'm up to my ass in bills.
Gentlemen, that's enough.
Mrs. Kruger, my name is Callahan.
Till it breaks the law.
Don't tell me this is your idea of a vacation.
My ass!
Now, we're doing the best we can.
She a college girl, too?
...and they won't run us no more tab.
Show them that you like it.
You can't quit, that's where we're at, okay, jamf?
Fork over the bucks before I kick your nuts up in your nose!
Thank you, Doctor.
What is wrong with you?
You want me, you filthy maggot?
Inspector, your methods are unconventional, to say the least.
Mr. D'Ambrosia...
We don't need any big city hotshot to come here...
Christ, don't.
Then he gets killed looking at dirty pictures...
You know what makes me really sick to my stomach?
Come on, dickhead.
Look at the blonde baby!
I want you bad.
No, I'm suggesting you take a vacation until this cools off.
I couldn't sleep.
Of course, it could be somebody just collecting on a debt.
The guy's a zombie.
Swell.
...the shoplifting, the burglaries, the drunken driving.
Nobody puts ketchup on a hot dog
Think things over, Callahan.
Bad night? All nookied-out?
You're so strong.
Everybody wants results...
I'm a businessman now.
He looks small-time, but who knows? Maybe he just never got caught.
So, take my advice: Be careful where the dog shits you.
Sit down.
Any comments?
Around the corner!
Are you thinking about quitting?