Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

From here to Dallas, we ride in silence.

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

Okay. You take the far one.

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

You're so pretty.

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

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

Why would they?

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

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

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

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

You look like a sexy traffic cone.

- My feet got stuck. - What?

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

Vicente, I never wanted to testify.

- There is no such thing. - Sure is.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You just got coopered bitch

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

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

Hey, I was just coming...

Then I'm not going anywhere.

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

I really thought this one was gonna work out.

I like a lot of coverage.

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

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

Hey, Chiquita, get back.

Is this a joke?

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

Along with the sunshine

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

I don't have meals with convicted felons.

You are not gonna need all these shoes.

I am, however, responsible for you...

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

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

I will say a prayer for him.

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

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

She's gonna kill Cortez?

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

Let me see your ID.

- Nothing here. - Yup, nothing there.

It's tight in here.

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

Why would you ask that?

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

Sources say a cartel insider...

Ay, perdona. My wife is a come mierda.

They think I am traveling with a fugitive.

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

Plus, you know...

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

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

...so you're welcome!

He has people on his payroll everywhere.

Tell me why that bag's so heavy.

Why don't write this in your little diary:

Oh, yes, of course. Section 290.

Oh, thanks, baby, you are too.

You're requesting a detective.

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

You have an officer down and four unidentified suspects.

I did not wanna have to do this.

Hey, are y'all okay?

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

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

This is what happens...

Do you think she has any snacks?

- Shoot him again. - Move.

I am talking on the phone.

You never accept that it's your fault.

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

Hey, you know what? I gotta see something.

What is my word?

Everybody in the state is looking for you.