Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're putting people in jail with phone taps and typewriters.
You know what, Bubs? You going to jail.
Bring it off the docks, legitimate.
-How much? -Five or six La-Z-Boys at a clip, to start.
you expect them to get the motherfucking job done.
I know, I know. Cost more than your first car, right?
Spiros calls me after everybody's getting arrested, right?
That and selling the drugs that you got from The Greek, too, right?
When Sobotka comes in today, maybe he gives us a line on every last Greek.
Get out of my fucking way!
and you talking about jail and shit.
-Look, this isn't personal-- -Fucking-A, right.
then they probably dumped the body in that area, right?
They ain't doing the dirt, though.
Inform Mr. Barksdale that any obligation...
So far, nothing but a driver's license in D.C.
He's dumped his Benz and our GPS device in the downtown garage.
You remember that shit, right?
The man in the suit...
"Sit on this house, transport this mope, wait for that one."
In which he makes it absolutely clear that it was a penny-cheap sucker punch...
Not by a fucking long shot!
I'd think you'd stay as far away from this hall as possible.
These cases are more than that.
I'm gonna let your new people find me.
Everywhere we go these days, we seem to be walking into police.
You wanna tell Rawls?
-You asked him who it was? -Yeah, I asked him.
-Fuck me. -What can I tell you, kiddo?
Man, we gonna get through this bullshit anyway.
Just came to make it clear...
That wasn't shit. Boy got hit with a rat shot, that all.
One thing for sure, though, the man got to be got, you feel me?
It ain't that part of it. It's that other thing.
It's just two crews beefing over a corner.
You come to the bar without me?
The man didn't even know what I was saying.
You gotta call the US Attorney about witness protection.
And, of course, I'm not even Greek.
They're not killing people in West Baltimore these days?
We got you, you understand?
If you wanna go nationwide, you'll be up over four dozen.
Spiros was the main guy.