Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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