Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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