Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm gonna check the back.
This is my banjo hand!
You're gonna get your job back? And I am going to get dead!
What the heck is that?
- Why? - Ma'am!
- Why? - Right now. Come on.
Yes, but let me explain.
- Stop! - Get out of the way!
...but you're gonna need to take your hands off my body!
Yeah, the explanation is that they're bad cops.
- Hurry up! - Okay!
- Daddy, go fast! - Huh. Okay!
Come on. At least we got Dixon and Hauser.
She's clear.
Put the gun down.
Pretty good for a secretary.
Aah!
...turn off the walkie...
All right, all right. And technically he is not a fugitive. I helped him get off.
- Really? - Mm-hm.
Taller.
- Done. - She has the worst arms ever.
So you're just gonna squish it way down there.
This is dangerous and could hurt someone.
Detective Hauser, come back. You know protocol.
Watch out! Take the shot!
Nice to meet you too.
I am going to be in Mexico...
It's time to make your father proud.
I had a bird, I had the Time Warner...
This could be perfect. We have to change.
It smells in here.
Speed up! Speed up!
We're gonna bump him, okay?
I have a tendency to attract men who run away from me.
What's the problem?
Put the gun down.
Well, seems like you did very well for yourself.
No! Shove it all the way in! Do it like I showed you.
Sources say Cortez's daughter, Teresa, is likely to be celebrating her quinceañera...
Keep doing the sounds.
- Pick up your feet. - These shoes are a safety hazard.
- I know it's not cool to leave in the middle of a... - Date. It was a first date.
I'm trying! She's moving!
So why don't you let me drive and you can get in the back.
First of all, I want to thank everyone for coming.
...is prepared to testify against the violent crime lord.
- What? - You're in danger, ma'am.
Just in time to get my head blown off.
Okay. I think I got him.
She's gonna kill Cortez at his daughter's quinceañera.
I don't even know what that is. That's horrifying.
I'm putting all of that in evidence.
Or, I could drive you.
Yeah, I need to report two suspicious women on my property.
Officer Cooper is 4' 9.
We have to get out of here.
Remain in your personal vehicle.
What's my next line?
...because everything that you see you commandeer.
I can't believe that you broke your little book of rules for me.
I'm not so sure about this Witness Protection anymore.
I'm filled with adrenaline. Look how high I can jump.
Don't really know why.
- Get out of here, gringa! - I'm gonna commandeer your personal vehicle.
It's stuck.
No! Scratch that!
Miss Riva.
Where are you in my time of need?
- One, two, three! - One, two, three. Go!
And why is that?
Raccoon herpes.
In the line of duty.
What, me?
Uh, I'll have her back by 10:00.
I had a stroke.
Eh... Eh...
- ...are gonna go with him. - Me?
You took down Vicente Cortez!
- Who's this? - Mr. Riva, I'm Officer Cooper...
No! I'm on duty, and that is a very difficult work situation in there...
...like you said:
...I meet the minimum height requirement of an adult female my weight.
Well, then, I got something to look forward to.
More like a jumpsuit. Heh.
Thank you for protecting me.
You kidnapped me. You broke my parole. What you gonna do, just leave me out here?
- Yes. - Yes, what?
- I'm sorry but this is... - Well, you let her on!
But you're gonna take me with my suitcase.
Amen.
You want me to go to Dallas?
- Take the shot! - How if you don't keep it steady?
- Sit in my lap! I'll drive! Get on top of me! - Okay.
I said you're free to go!
Okay, I gotta go.
It's a longhorn.