Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Drop the gun, General.
l'm so cold.
l knew that when you made me parade around...
Oh, sounds violent.
A walking time bomb.
So what are you doing here?
Sure.
Not that. l mean the stuff about that black leather outfit.
That's not what you told York.
You parked the pink Cadillac?
l want you to meet my new partner Jack Colt.
There's someone out there again, isn't there?
Yes, as a matter of fact, l can.
it means I'm pretentious.
l--l don't know no York, and where's my food?
l don't know. l just got here.
Oh, nine thirty-seven.
Get your shit together.
Did l forget to give you that message?
Give me a hand, Doc.
Beat it.
Getting sloppy, son.
Who cares? Do you sleep in the nude
But l'll tell you, Sarge. Something just doesn't add up.
l realized how neglected she felt...
Not so fast.
Elective surgery.
Better step on it, Dooley.
Destiny. Claire.
double-action magnum...
That's Becker, four-oh-three.
Would you reconsider that retirement?
So, what's with all the candles?
for a woman like you.
Taking a shit.
ln a little while, Miss York, you will be begging for mercy.
Put your weapon down.
l know.
What's wrong?!
Looks like you missed the fireworks, Captain.
We haven't said anything yet.
Wide eyes. Yes, that's him.
How do you feel about the designated hitter rule?
Pick up the gun.
Squeeze me.
Hey, you!
You think we're having nice weather?
Mind if l drive this time?
Yeah but that one's 90s
This stiff and l pounded a beat together for five years...
Who cares? Do you sleep in the nude?
That's how it starts, Colt.
Wilderness Girls.
Park on Third.
Don't bury me. l'll only be a minute.
You know, l feel like l'm forgetting something back there.
What do you have, lrv?
Back off!
and just lick herself for hours.