Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Mrs. Riva, I am a police officer. - Ay, please.

Shut your trap. I'm holding the gun.

You're Cooper? The Cooper?

So you wanted to know why I hate cops. That's the reason.

Come back here!

- 10-520: I am boring! - Please do not make fun of me.

But you're taking me with my...

And, unfortunately, I have to do this.

- Morning. - How are you, ma'am?

These hangers are slippery. Like they have some special coating.

- I can't reach the pedals! - Get up! Get up!

Why do you look like that? You're supposed to be incognito.

- ...but calm down. - I was in a fight-or-flight situation.

Well, I don't know.

Yep, her uterus.

You just got Coopered, bitch!

Our smartest move now is to change clothes, lose this car...

Why do you look like Marc Anthony?

- Sir, I ain't seen anything. - You sure? We think they're nearby.

Some guy shot off his finger, and I tried to Heimlich his dog.

Yeah, I love it when you pull my hair like that.

You saved this old lady's life.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

I was 7, I saw squirrels kissing. I watched it for a long time.

Just that all I ever...

Felipe must have put baking powder in the car.

- Wait! - Come on!

And that's my car not a personal vehicle.

They'll be happy to shoot us.

You can't wait for them to give it to you. You have to take it.

Oh, I'm sure you did.

I was Miss Plantain, 2004.

- Okay, Coop, I'll let you out. - All right. Let's go.

Come on. Relax, cariño.

My husband just got murdered...

It turns out you're exactly who I thought you were when I met you.

Well, I am the lady who knows the lady who took down Vicente Cortez.

Keep her calm, take her to the little girls' room if she has any lady business.

Don't make me come up there!

Lift me up on two!

- She's traveling with a 50-year-old suspect. - Fifty!

...I wouldn't let the fact that I have a little cuca get in the way of my dream.

...but this seems like a very important detail for my first day back in the field.

- Help me get him out. - It's a hot man-person.

Now, tomorrow morning, Deputy Jackson is gonna escort Riva to Dallas...

- I am on the phone with dispatch. - It's a car. Say, Car.

Shut up! Go up!

...and you come at the last second and ruin it?

I get to kill him?

You were not supposed to read that.

Dirty? I'm gonna show you dirty, Miss Piggy.

I'm wearing black shoes.

- Seriously? - Yeah. My comadre is here.

No, no! Your hand's in my face.

- Your left! - They're getting away!

- Shoot! Shoot! - I'm shooting at him!

Go, go, go! I'm gonna help you.

- You are? - No, of course not.

Don't worry, ma'am. I'm gonna get you to safety.