Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You just got coopered bitch

Everybody in the state is looking for you.

Why would you ask that?

...or take this to the hospital, have it reattached and shake with a full set.

I really thought this one was gonna work out.

I was gonna say that. That's what I was gonna say. Um...

...and the disappearance of his wife, Daniella Riva...

- I don't know. It's really hard. - I don't.

It's time for you to go home and get some sleep.

- She looks like that dirty cop in the news. - No! I'm a big fan of, um...

Is this a joke?

- That stuff they're saying on TV isn't true. - Okay.

I am talking on the phone.

Why don't write this in your little diary:

You're requesting a detective.

...so you're welcome!

- My feet got stuck! I can't pull it out! - Pull it out!

This is not funny. That's my gun and it's police property.

Ay, yeah, this is the one that is always overheating.

You never accept that it's your fault.

Along with the sunshine

Ay, perdona. My wife is a come mierda.

The things inside must feel so normal in your little hands.

- What? - How many pairs of shoes are in there?

Because I can promise you a good time too. I'm a lady...

My cousin Rosa lost two fingers trying to snatch this from my head.

...write in your little notebook, and leave.

- Control yourself. We don't need that! - And these! And those! And these!

What is my word?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

This is Deputy U.S. Marshal Jackson. I'm here for you and your husband.

I am, however, responsible for you...

Oh, thanks, baby, you are too.

Let me see your ID.

- There is no such thing. - Sure is.

Sources say a cartel insider...

Okay. You take the far one.

Tell me why that bag's so heavy.

Hey, are y'all okay?

I'll have you know, too, I've also broken some other rules.

- My feet got stuck. - What?

He has people on his payroll everywhere.

That thing is covered in germs. It's like a toilet seat.

Plus, you know...

From here to Dallas, we ride in silence.

We're keeping our relationship a bit under the radar.

- She never stops talking. - But to do that, you have to have a head!

Hey, you know what? I gotta see something.

They think I am traveling with a fugitive.

I have been set up, shot at, and hunted down.

Then I'm not going anywhere.

You look like a sexy traffic cone.

Yes. He is the top lieutenant in the Cortez cartel.

- Shoot him again. - Move.

So if you want to take me to Dallas to die, fine.

- Nothing here. - Yup, nothing there.

Why would they?

I will say a prayer for him.

- Oh, hey. Um... - Aah!

Uh-huh. And I can't be a lesbian because she's so unattractive...

Oh, yes, of course. Section 290.

Do you think she has any snacks?

I don't have meals with convicted felons.

She is not wrong. If we get there too early, we will be sitting ducks.

You're so pretty.

She's gonna kill Cortez?

Vicente, I never wanted to testify.

I did not wanna have to do this.

It's tight in here.

You are not gonna need all these shoes.

I like a lot of coverage.

This is what happens...

You have an officer down and four unidentified suspects.

Hey, I was just coming...

Hey, Chiquita, get back.

Now turn in your I.R.L. Take your promotion.

- No, niña! - Another kilo of baking powder?

Except I need you to drop us off at the nearest establishment...