Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yes, I will have dinner with you.
Get to the car, radio for backup.
The other set Caucasian...
That's not what I meant.
Watch it, mister!
Here we go. I have a tendency to be hyper-focused...
...so it's difficult to relate to people...
Who are you? What are you doing?
- ...when there's a task at hand. - Exactly. That there is your problem.
Go, go, go!
I already know the ending.
Something bad happened to the phone.
Get down!
This is too dangerous.
- Okay. - Yee.
Get a move on. Come on.
- Muffin. - Toast.
...they must've been driving 180 miles per hour to get here that fast.
I was following protocol, sir.
Get up! Help me!
- Really? Can I get the chart? - No!
I didn't kill Felipe.
You're not going to try to stop me.
That's no underwear, that's a diaper!
Why do you look like you're in Menudo?
You took a bullet for me? It went right through you and hit me!
But it doesn't look good, so you're turning a tiny little radio on... What?
And do not think that I forgot you tried to escape.
You have a bottle opener?
I'm sor... Actually, I thought you were an urban myth.
- ...to get you to the courthouse. - I know, by 8:00 a.m.
It was worth the wait.
Don't try and kill Cortez. I have a better idea.
No one's gonna see that coming. I should learn to knit.
...I kind of like your smile.
He died a few years ago.
What are you doing?
- But I'm totally crushing it as a dude. - That little fake mustache you put on is perfect.
What do you think that you're...?
Move along.
Teresa!
Are we alone?
Shut up and untie this cheap bracelet.
Now go get me food before I pass out.
You have to stop treating me like I'm a stupid rookie cop...
I mean, I could kiss you right now.
This is a suicide mission.
You and your perverted little mustache. Get out!
I'm in a very difficult work situation...
Oh, my gosh!
He begged for his life.
...as presents for his vain, dumb trophy wife.
That's bullshit. I'm calling the cops.
Okay, I might've Coopered him a little.
You made me not kill him so that you get to kill him?
Why don't you go and commandeer some food from your cowboy boyfriend?
- Come here, Cooper. - Ugh. Ow.
Then two 10-2...
I'm the biggest fan they have, I wanna get up close and personal with them.
Me? What kind of pendejo cop are you?
And looking for a cow to milk, while putting on makeup.
- Nothing there. - Nothing.
Actually, I'm kind of, like, annoyed...
You gotta be kidding me.
Here.
- My name is, um... - Uh-huh.
So you only got two choices:
I just don't understand. I just feel like it doesn't make any sense.
Is she breathing?
Feminine what?
No, no. I was doing a thing like:
But I remember that was not your strong suit.
All right. Well, that's my job.
- Penis! - Uh...
You're gonna need this!
- It was supposed to be funny. - It really wasn't.
You want me to wear a wire?
She did not take a bullet.
Oh, my God. I think it's working!
- Dang it. - We did it.
I'm gonna pull my body up, and push it out the window.
I woke up this morning and my partner was killed.
It's just that... Don't take this the wrong way. You're kind of intense.
They're not just shoes.
And I can't let you kill him.
- I am her lover. - What?
Your father would be very proud.
Daniella Riva, a Hispanic female, approximately 40 years old.
No, that doesn't make any sense.
...but I'm a Christian, so I wasn't interested in that.
Oh, God, this is happening.
Yes! That's it.
Ugh!
Well...
...or the back of this car is gonna be the second crime scene...
Okay.
- And I love her. - What are you doing?
Just someone who likes a lot of stuff.
What? The brown lady cannot read a book?
It does not smell. It is not a real deer. It's a decoy.