Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Wait, what are you doing?
Oh, no, I didn't say that.
Did your husband kill your brother?
It's Hauser.
That's how my husband smuggled money into this country...
- It didn't work out on the date. - Mm.
- I don't know, I have limited mental capacit... - How much is it worth?
Yeah, why not?
10-31: shooting in progress.
- Hey, Coop. - Oh, no. Hold on.
Possibly a peanut in a puddle.
It was a mess in there.
Let me do it again.
Mrs. Riva.
What is that?
Are you kidding me? It's not a horse.
So nice to meet you.
Is it hot in here? It feels like the surface of the sun.
All of Texas law enforcement is looking for these two.
Yeah.
Yes, but I'm not exactly sure where we're gonna put it.
Oh, my God.
Go home.
As a matter of fact, I do. The other day they brought in a duffle bag.
I dig it.
- Cooper, what are you doing here? - I'm glad you're here.
The U.S. Government has you trafficking on tape.
Oh, no.
Looks like night in here, but I know it's day.
Well, let me tell you something: She's my tiny little weird robot.
I'm gonna need a taxi to Dallas.
Let's do it like that.
- Yes. - Okay?
I'm breaking a 10-66 right now.
We did it.
Damn, Coop.
Please, please. Stop.
- Who sent you? - Who sent you?
Oh, what, it's police procedure to touch all his man parts?
Hold on, Reese. We're checking something.
I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but...
Oh, so your name is Bad Song?
I'm going to cut his foot off.
Wanna dance?
- It relaxes me to do my numbers. - Obviously doesn't work...
You're out of the evidence room. Congratulations.
Twelve.
She was last seen fleeing the scene in a red 1968 Cadillac convertible.
Please make sure your headphones are plugged in...
My God. We have to get out of here.
- Let me touch it. Let me touch it. - Come.
We're gonna wait till he pulls over...
What I was trying to s...
And you took mine away from me.
- Again. Again. - We did it.
You Cooper... You Cooper what?
What I'm about to say cannot leave this room.
Let's go. Let's go.
Or it could've had worse.
Do not touch my I.R.L.
Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my truck?
Nice. Heh.
At a max of 90 miles per hour...
Come on!
- Copy that. - Okay.
- We'll be right back. - Yeah.
Not for long.
That bellhop looked at me funny.
...before Cortez finds me and sews my face into a soccer ball.
With a baseball bat, so...
Fine.
Oh, God.
"Sweetie Pie."
I am a police officer. She's a federal witness in my protective custody.
I feel so sexy.
- So you have been lying to me this whole time? - No.
Drop your weapon!
Enjoying the Party.
Open the window or put some music.
Maybe call it my hot-button issue, if you like
Ha-ha-ha. Did you give him a pirate key?
I packed it...
I'm underneath a deer and with my head up your ass.
An orange one.
If we get to Dallas and you don't wanna testify, you can go straight to jail.
...get in the way of your dream!
Go on.
You should've thought about that.
Come on. Over here.
Look, I can help you. Just let me.
Exactly how many times did you broke the rules?
...and cops who have to be eliminated.
Do you hear that?
It is my mission to protect you.
- Dixon, let's go. - What?