Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You said you were gonna bring something over?
That shitwagon parked out front needs a battery.
-I don't want it. You pick it up. -You.
Pick up the fucking money, Ziggy.
Is they real diamonds around its neck?
Elena, you gotta talk to me.
That's a fair question, Niko.
You're the fucking wimp.
There's a stipend comes with it. $200 a month, Lou.
Carver, what's the status of your truck?
Not a fucking month from now, when the legislative session is history. Now!
Wednesday, the Caspia over at Patapsco. Nicky'll go get the slips tomorrow.
Man, you better go on before I lose my composure out this bitch.
quand on me que je suis une vendue, car je porte des wigs kiss my ass
And, Horse, make sure nobody's living in that can when you stack it.
quand on me que je suis une vendue, car je porte des wigs kiss my ass
I knew it was wrong when I let it go.
Lester, enlighten Miss Pearlman as to the status of our investigation.
We got a disappeared can just hit the chassis.
A nigger can't look at a female?
a veteran police of means and talent...
I'm thinking we need a more subtle touch here.
It shows outgoing calls to numbers that connect to Petey Dixon...
Y'all down for this?
but it's not gonna get us inside that warehouse.
At least we get some of that separation pay though, right?
-We're just going about our business. -Keep moving.
Would you like a date tonight?
Nice sled you got.
he's pretty much the same motherfucker.
Okay, suppose a lonely fellow wants to meet a nice young lady in this town.
or might be some of Tavon's crew from over on Edmondson.
at the time Kima observed him on the docks using the cell phone.
What the fuck? Come on, dawg, are we back up or what?
and I want you should be happy.
Customs seal probably just broke on the offload, is all.
Yeah, me, too.
Our cut stays the same though, right?
You called Spiros still, right?
-Like the fiends all cleaned themselves up. -No, that ain't it, man.
Why don't you start out with pigeons, Zig? You can train pigeons.
He wouldn't even be all chest-out if we had some people up in this bitch.
I'm telling you, now the weather's turned, I gotta roll, Diggsy.
Boy and a girl.
We all did back then.
What do you know? The pissant's got some grapes on him.
that we've already made controlled buys from.
and don't give me any of that, "he's got that fire in the belly" garbage, either
He set her loose in the middle of the ocean.
Serial Number: X-W-B, as in "boy"...