Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The next can after it, make that one disappear.
Same truck as carried the girls, same mope driving.
Take him, Zig. Now's the time.
-Marine unit, Diggins. -I'm looking for McNulty.
What about with you and your wife? What happened?
I'm still on this second can, but it doesn't make sense.
How's that for your kid brother?
I'm looking you in the eye, Gus. I'm telling you, I'm not driving a car tonight.
Left us.
You gonna get a car, you're gonna need some jack.
Good call.
Picked up, moved south.
Fuck you! I'll play the game for myself.
If someone's watching, show them we have nothing to hide.
Anyway, he's cooking his own dinner now.
We brought back very significant information...
S-O-B-O-T-K-A.
Long day.
What is wrong with you, man?
Have a seat.
Heard them complaining about it on the wire. Somebody fucked up.
It's that bullshit, man.
None of my business, I know, but did he die or something?
-You ain't getting behind the wheel, right? -There's a cab picking me up.
How much for this one, Mr. Diz?
He turned us onto the Sobotka kid, Lieutenant.
Can I get a scrapple with that?
Now he's dumping it.
If I'm going nuts, I'll calm down tomorrow. We'll slip the hot can off the pier.
God damn it!
Yes, Your Honor.