Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The only difference between me and you...
Like I'm the only guy in South Baltimore...
Who, Beadie? She's not down Fairfield.
on something you can touch: a new car, a new coat.
How about you?
Not entirely.
Affirmative. I'll eyeball it to the gate.
What the fuck did I do?
Jesus, Lieutenant. When I said "anything," I meant I'd let you have a kiss...
-What's with the hand? -Just a scratch.
I ain't been union since they closed the dry dock. How come I'm on?
Getting himself all steeled up to tell some tales.
-But good police. -Always.
Did you?
Maybe you been touched by an angel.
I'll call the MPA, delay the truck.
Yeah, that's it. It's a business address.
Why don't they give you the money and leave me out of it?
-If you were in my position-- -I'm not.
I gotta see you soon. I'll call you back in a few, all right?
These motherfuckers. Separation pay.
I ask the nice lady in the billing department why that is. You know what she says?
Very smart.
I gave you that clean one, put yours in the stacks.
Not noble. Right.
Iost-ball-in-tall-grass drug investigation...
I'd take your place in a heartbeat.
Lester, I'm just saying....
feel my tits or something, you know? But not this.
A building this nice is for the johns.
-Coffee, something? -We're good.
Just this.
Fuck you.
-This is bigger than you. -I'll tell him what you say.
Why?
I'm out of this as soon as he clears the gate.
I'm on?
We can arrange whatever you like, whenever you like.
-Tell me he's a fake. -That'd be lying, hon.
You get that piece and you're in. If the people running the girls...
Get rid of it where?
Not on the phone, Frank.
I know one thing, though.