Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're kind of intense.
...with my floppy disk...
- Okay? - Yes, sir.
Mrs. Riva, you don't have to do this.
You need to calm down, ma'am.
I know everything you said about me.
In prison. That's a...
Congratulation, Officer Lesbian, you wear the shoes of a coward that I hate.
- Come on. - Aah!
- You don't need to paint a picture. - You're used to that, no? Heh.
You have to take me home!
- Other fluids go in there. - Whoa. What is she talking about?
I don't think I can make it.
Where is it? It's gotta be here somewhere.
You don't deserve to know anything about him.
The reason I came was as follows:
Don't make me stop you.
I'm asking you for the last time.
Out of the way!
No, you see, once a month, my uterus sheds it's lining.
Some sex-type action. Giving and receiving of sex.
He's probably an investment banker in Miami.
Listen!
What's going on?
What is he doing here?
Oh, my God. I didn't even feel it.
We have to do something about it, captain.
- Happy Halloween! - Happy Halloween to you, too, Officer Cooper.
That's supposed to be a key. I think this goes into the patootie.
And my other sister, she dated a similar piece of shit.
Dang it! My gun.
One 10-12 and two 10-60s.
I'm gonna give you the Heimlich, all right?
No, I am recording all pertinent details...
You were supposed to go to Riva's...
- What was that? - Cortez's men.
They think I'm traveling with a fugitive.
- Can't just tap the brake, can you, sweetheart? - Sorry, honey.
Oh, my God!
I was just chasing you because you forgot your wallet.
Shh. Be quiet! What does a deer say?
- Wait a second. - What?
Because your stupid little skinny arms cannot even stop a bullet!
Do you have a telephone on you?
You know, you seem different now.
So that's why you always act like a little man.
Move forward to the double cones.
Hey! Get out of the way.
Instead of being my witness, you're my prisoner.
Riva and his wife are gonna testify against Cortez.
You know this. I could drive you.
You could be anywhere in the world right now.
And I drew a picture of it in my I.R.L.
...so I'm not gonna let them shoot you.
...who doesn't know what she's doing.
No, you're not gonna need your weapon right now.
...where we can buy clothing at a reasonable price...
Where are you going?
...big bag.
Why don't you go back to your tiny little desk and your tiny little life?
Somebody's getting Coopered.
About $4 million.
crying baby
10-45: I'm right and you're wrong.
My chestal what?
Like, there has to be some sort of explanation.
All right, ladies and gentlemen, we're about to begin our audio tour.
She killed a U.S. Marshal. Prepare to shoot on sight.
Oh, no!
- That make you feel better? - No, but this does!
This is where I go down!
They think I committed a crime? I gotta get to Dallas and clear this up.
...Cowboy Noiz.
That is the number one way we track runners.
I don't know. Maybe like 42 kilos.
Please, I'm always going to have some curves.
You're the Cooper?
Be on the lookout for two female fugitives last seen heading north.
I want to thank you for your loyalty.
I am announcing my entrance into your private domicile.
Now, protocol states I have to contact my precinct.
He is known as The Bank of Bogotá, The Tender Tender...
Officer Cooper here for a Bravo 6971.
I'm so thirsty. It's like my body's a desert.
Don't worry about her. Nobody knows we're here.
You're cut from the same cloth as the best cop there ever was.
You got it.
I'll be a woman, and you'll be a cowboy.
They're looking for two ladies, right? Well, this is three people.
- Who's got the keys? - Hey, I got shotgun!
...but we have to leave by sunrise...
Where the hell am I and who the hell are you?
They're the gunmen. The guys in the masks.