Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thank you very much.
Okay. Thanks.
All right, cut it out.
Notebook. That's a notebook.
The Richards Rule.
baby
- Put me down. - No, no!
It seems to be a Buddha, sitting on a wave.
You don't wanna know.
- I refuse to have a catfight. - Too bad!
Officer? Two officers.
- Hey. - Come on. Get in.
Oh!
Got you.
I hope you don't have a third sister.
And you are welcome, Mrs. Riva.
What?
- I'm gonna get a towel. - What? I'm sorry. Please.
Hello? Randy?
I am not going to dignify that statement with a response.
I could knit a sweater or a sleeping bag or a whole house. Need curtains?
Okay, all right.
- Let's do it. - No. Ain't nobody cutting nobody's foot off.
Nice. Nice police work, Mr. Cherlocks Holmes.
You're gonna have to put your body back in the vehicle!
That was really sexy.
- Don't do that. - No! This is outrageous.
- What? On one? - One! Two! Go!
All right, baby girl, you ready for your first day at work with Daddy?
She just slowed it down.
It's a cow.
He killed my brother.
Try not to fall in love with me.
Okay, but we're going over 30 miles over the speed limit...
I'll have her back by 8:00.
But I destroyed your car.
- What are you thinking? - Legs!
You have to be who you are. Own it.
We have to get out now. They're gonna kill us both.
- I'm gonna walk back to my car now. - All right.
No! I am the mother-effing police! Don't you see?
They got three quarters a tank of gas.
- Aah! - Shouldn't have been this hard.
- Who the hell are you? - Who the hell are you?
Why is your body like that?
You must of not seen me.
Oh, no? What are you gonna do? Are you gonna call a 10-545?
What about my husband?
You're working for a drug lord. You're killing people.
I'm gonna go and assume that means, Thanks for saving my life.
See, that's your problem.
- Nothing. We're doing nothing. - We're just gonna cut your foot off.
- I'm not gonna let you get away with this. - This is the way it's gonna go.
No, you didn't. You kept her alive.
Did you...?
How did it go?
Officer Cooper is described as 5' tall with blond hair.
My boobs? No.
. .
- ...but I'll make it happen. - Hola, housekeeping!
Cooper.
I'm trying to save you.
Get back in your car, sir! Get back in your vehicle.
...rather than her somewhat limited mental capacity...
...but somewhere, around there, there is a heart.
- I don't care. - I do care.
This isn't our jurisdiction. It's the DEA's problem now.
- You're the one who told me I look like a boy. - That's not what I meant.
I'll get you... Seriously, motherf...
Thank God.
...he's dead.
...and she has a mustache and talks like some tiny little robot?
When I was 5, my favorite color was blue. When I was 6, my favorite color was plaid.
Is that our bus driver?
I guess it is a little bit funny.
Oh, my God! Aah!
- ...but it's true. - Shh.
You are not taking these!
Officer Cooper, report to Captain Emmett's office.
We can put him away for good.
- Oh. Okay, I can't do it. - Push there with the legs!
Now, I'm just gonna bang everybody's brains out in there...
Mrs. Riva.
Maybe call it my hot-button issue, if you like.
- Why should I trust you? - Because I know what it feels like...
Just try not to get all in your head about it, okay?
- I gotta get a toehold. - Where's the toehold? I can't find the toehold.
Oh, so I only care about stuff.
- Hold on! - No, no!
Scoot over, I'm gonna drive!
What, the white girl can't take a Spanish class in high school?
What? This?
- I gotta get up there! - Close the door!
- Who? - Just trust me. Follow my lead.
I can't reach the pedals.
Get out of here. Go. Just go. Go.
...a poor, happy Boy Scout like your father.
I didn't give it to you...
Look at you. You're teeny-tiny. You're like a little dog I can put in my purse.
I have a better idea.
There, I got it. Okay! Okay!
This is the last time I'm gonna do you any favors.
Just make the noise.
Well, there's one thing you're gonna need either way: