Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I slept at the Sarge's. It was horrible.

They look ripe and crispy.

But enough for you to stick around.

Oh, my God. She's totally going to flunk us.

We're a killer team.

Feels like they're just being weird using numbers instead of letters.

You're a friend-friend. You made Terry get real with himself and his genitals.

The Derek Jeter thing was my fault.

Jake, you were right. I don't want the surgery, Tiny Head!

Don't "this isn't about you" me.

Where were you? This is chaos.

Or is, like, "A" the highest?

You're just going to let her fail us?

1989. I was up for a big promotion,

So, here we go. Get in the bed.

Sorry, I forgot you were such a Ross-head.

I didn't strike you when you said "knocking boots",

Spot-checks are done. Needless to say, I am thoroughly underwhelmed.

and it would be foolish to give it up over a petty feud.

I gave it my best shot. Let's begin.

The guy survived and he owns a chocolate milk restaurant.

If you guys don't get back to work, I'm going to start firing detectives.

under these new circumstances.

I'm "this isn't about you"-ing you.

and applied some of my signature Amy charm.

Well, according to the Internet,

What if there had been a mole?

I'm not a man of unlimited cajoling.

Do you know what a present is, Terry?

Wow. Respect, mon. I'm going to read you my toast in the car.

Thank you, Microscope Head.

Uh... Time for my appointment, Jake.

It's Deputy Chief Wuntch now.

If I absolutely have to, I'll just eat the frosting.

Did someone say "vasectomy"?

you almost got a vasectomy.

But he somehow managed to sneak off to the hospital.

What? No, of course not.

We're going to go to this terrible party.

Sorry, the stabbing part is bad.

or anyone else, fleeing the scene of the crime.