Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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