Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They've been fighting like little kids all morning,
And, who knows, if you find the guy,
No, we thought we'd leave that to you.
Can I please sit on the back of your motorcycle?
It's too much for me. I'm "Limitless" -ing.
- Uh, look at that. - Let's go.
- Dude, you clearly won... - Shut up!
but "Cracked"... They've always got a take.
That ruins it.
Why did I think I knew what I was doing?
She's been buried alive three times.
- Thank God. - It's the worst. BRB.
They win. The bullpen is theirs.
Stay. Stay, stay.
I swear, I would rather drink ginger ale, Rosa.
You just drank 960 cups of coffee.
Poor Nikolaj. His life is ruined.
What is that? Like, 180 horses?
- Ah! We got it! - Ah!
Okay, well, this has been...
Guys, enough. Guys...
I mean, she takes down the biggest criminals in the city.
Let's just do our jobs,
So who found him?
Come on, suit up, everyone. We gotta go right away.
I wasn't really listening. What are we talking about?
That pen is my best friend, and I will straight up...
- He went outside. - Feels like a setup.
NYPD! Freeze!
They got into a fight over the ranch dressing,
doesn't mean I didn't get anything out of it.
- Excuse me? - What you said... better.
You've got each other's backs. I like that.
In the bathroom... not going.
Did you find him? Where is everybody?
I MacGyvered the donk out of this thing,
Crap, that's Lieutenant Melanie Hawkins.
Guess who was there, healthy as a clam?
Santiago, face facts. I'm garbage.
and I was toying with the idea of using hand gestures,
The one thing I will say, though,
We could split up, follow our hunches.
She thinks he's their fence.