Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...are you concealing a communication device in your chestal area?
What? What?
Mm.
I am a sitting goose out here!
Clean your nose!
...so we can speak privately.
What's in there, anyway?
Oh, God. It's a person.
What shoes are you wearing, huh?
- What? - Relax.
I'll run your plates!
- The other suspect, a 45-year-old Latina... - Forty-five?
We have got to get going.
Clap it.
- Baking powder. - Baking powder.
I can't believe this happened again!
Thank you, deputy.
- I've been attacked. - Let's go! Get up!
scratch that 내버려 둬
- Officer Cooper, who stands at 4' 11. - Oh, come on.
LADY AND THE TRAMP I CAN REACH THE PEDALS
It's like being in love with some tiny little brick wall.
It works best if you put it in the upper thigh.
- If I could just go there... - That's impossible. Security'll be too tight.
I don't have a fake mustache.
Go, go, go.
I feel like the cheese fell off my cracker.
No. Those are men's shoes.
I don't think...
I heard you took a bullet.
I was just saying, all I ever wanted was to be just like him.
I am not saying thank you!
Okay. Copy that.
You done got thrown in the fire today.
How'd you get my gun?
- I don't believe this. - Just relax.
You saved my life...
10-32...
Do not pull over. That's an order.
Scrach that 방금한 말 취소
My name is Rose.
How about...
I took that turn way too fast.
...but, more importantly, at a reasonable price.
- The right pair of shoes. - Aah!
Help her! Get her up!
Take me home!
Either come to Dallas, testify against Cortez before the grand jury...
We had a little fight but I'm sure you know whose fault it was.
Here, read a book.
Which is why only the three of us can know this.
Okay.
My legs are shorter than yours.
You are in a state of shock and you're not thinking clearly.
Crying Like A Baby
No, ma'am, I do not have any feminine toiletries on me.
Standard-issue black shoes.
...my blood sugar is getting dangerously low, and I need food.
Yeah, I do.
...and we are confident that she'll come in.
He had it on his left wrist.
- Come on. - Cooper's driving. Whoa, whoa.
Yes, because I've been tracking her cycle and cross-referencing it to the lunar calendar.
- Definitely San Diego. - San Diego.
Looking for two female fugitives.
I am 5' 2.
- You do not know anything about me. - I have kissed you.
What?
- ...a woman? - Perfect! And you can be a cowboy.
...and keep your Taser in your pants. Okay, chief?
- Be right back. - Come here.
No. What?
It looks like we just need some water and we'll be good to go.
...in my incident report log before they slip my mind.
Rose.
- I don't have time for this. - Wait a second. Slow down.
I can assure you...
We're nowhere near Dallas...
Because, as you know, you are a flight risk.
Oh, that's my underwear.
You have to stay here until backup arrives!
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut.
Heh, heh. Mrs. Riva's constant use of her physical assets...
You know what is your problem?
That means a dream. One second.
- Buckle up. This is gonna get fast. - What?
Get away from it, lady.
Okay, he did bleed to death two days later...
I'm getting sick now.
I was saying you are not a criminal.
...because she looks like My Little Pony...
Whoo! It's hot!
You are chatty.
He has an ankle monitor.
Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell are you doing? Aah.
Hauser, you don't wanna do this. You've already killed one fellow officer today.
...when you underestimate a book because of it's cover.
It's normal to seek comfort in your time, and to look to God or to Jesus...
Don't worry, Miss Riva.