Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and stick you guys?
The ship's a dead end. The cargo bay that held our container...
Now, that's something you don't see every day.
you cut them loose?
This is about what?
Some get told they're gonna dance, or be secretaries.
Just read it. Okay? It's for the both of us.
we might squeeze some things out this session.
-It's got me thinking is all. -It's a little late for that, McNulty.
You don't want to, at least I did my goddamn best.
He's a good vote, no matter what we do.
Three of the girls had breast enhancements. We looked at the bags during the post.
I told you, I brought you a soda.
-They falling out, four that I seen. -What?
Choksey took all his gear when he jumped.
I ain't never seen you as weak.
-You get a lot of guys jumping ship? -Some.
I can get, maybe, $350 each at retail.
The can with the girls was in Bay 9 on the bottom, outside.
Bad package. Hot shots.
-It took us too long. -You know I love you, but if your ass...
You think I cut it too short?
-Sounds like some weak-ass shit to me. -Because it is.
Now, if this no-count nigger got two cell phones...
I can't keep waking up in the morning not knowing if I'm gonna get paid.
The young stevedore, Niko, and that idiot cousin of his.
We brought in the case at least. Heard you were on the boat.
Hand-to-hands for now, I think.
I'm feeling pretty damn collateral myself, I got to say.
Can't be, the numbers don't go that high.
-Talk to me, Augie. -Ten-hut.
She's not going out to Crownsville, this one.
Do what you feel.
-All right. -Lying Butchie.
You need to trust, and you need to get your head right.
You have to admit that whole Budapest thing was a hell of a pull.
$20,000. Upfront.
We got them motherfuckers good.
Wilmington? Son of a bitch!
Only one thing he needs to be secure about, and if not...
Housecat. That ain't her.
Thanks.
-They want more money? -Just what we owe them.
Which is not to say that the clothes need be plain.
as a liaison with the port police.
if I don't throw myself out of here right now.