Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah? You're kidding me.
Is that the man?
This is a nephew, and from the look of it...
the same people who own the drug warehouse.
-What? -Ask for Eve.
-What, you short a car? -Need new brake pads.
Pleasure boats, topless women.
So, you about ready to go?
He went to ground at an appliance store off Eastern.
So, you guys going for a wiretap on that port case?
No, the building's too nice for room and board.
-Yeah? -She's detailed.
But when we checked it against the cell phone of our friend, Sergei...
All of a sudden, the phone company don't care if I pay my bills anymore.
can wear whatever the fuck he damn well pleases.
I gotta spring the sitter. But for a ride home, I'll go for a quick beer.
Two. Boys.
Bob, I'm very disappointed in you. Wanna go home, Bob?
-Hi, may I help you? -Yeah, let me talk to Eve.
His wings are clipped.
or I'm as big a fool as Col. Rawls thinks I am.
Up to a point.
I got things happening right now. Things with my union. Right now!
Let's see your license.
-Broken seal? -Hey, Frank.
But the truck already left. You won't make it.
Hey, y'all, they coming.
Take that one over there.
right after he picked it up.
The van has too much profile on it right now.