Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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