Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Ronnie Gannon... - I never liked that kid.

What the fuck? You guys look like the Golton's fishermen.

It smells like soup!

Little Junior Brown.

I am right here. Talk to me.

You killed him.

I did everything I could for her.

Politics? What does that mean?

Can I see my daughter now?

- And how about Omar? You cut in Omar? - Him too.

Why... why are you here?

So when you hook up with your scumbag pals, I want you to get 'em talkin' about Omar.

How can I prove self-defence...

So whaddaya want?

There wasn't any make or model I couldn't pop the lock.

What did...? Honey!

Oh, yeah? Well... we'll see about that.

I wanna give you a car.

- Not no more, huh? - Not no more.

What the hell can I do with $150?

You remember old Calvin Hart here, don't ya?

I'm talkin' $200, $300 kicks. When you want back in, you let me...

- Ask him! - Yo. I got a '93 Infinity.

I'm your guy, Junior. I'm here. There's no problem. Let's just do it.

Well, whoever it was, you're in the clear.

- Oh, yeah? Why's that? - Well, if you don't...

Come on! Whose chain you think you're yankin' here?

- $150? - Yeah, every week, outta my own pocket.

Does that hurt?

Come on, let's go.

They don't know why. It just does.

That's three. There were four transporters.

(Junior) You saw what! did to Omar?

I've been takin' her to classes with me. She likes psych and economics.

People come to me, say Jimmy, we need your help. Please help us. And I do.

Hey, you, come here. Corinna, do you know who I am?

So if that means I need to deliver up this Junior Brown, I'll do that.

- 30. - Oh, fuck.

- Think we need to monitor her for cheating? - She cannot take any damn exams, Calvin.

- You're OK. - (dancer) Joey, get this guy!

Your balls shrivel to the size of chickpeas.

- Have some coke on me. - Jesus.

- You a cop? - No, man. I ain't no cop.

What's one Junior Brown more or less...

Besides, the last I heard that tape got ate by the garbage monster.

And who the fuck are you? I don't know you. Where you from?

(Ronnie) Closin' up! Out! Out!

Must got cash as long as train smoke cos he's Junior's biggest customer.

You wanna dance with me?

Now when I see some shoes I want, I buy two pairs - 101/1 and 11.

- You wanna get a dog? - Yeah.

- We'll do all we can to keep you off the stand. - You really think I'm that stupid?

...and that his behaviour in the last few months was bizarre and paranoid.

- Where are we goin'? - Come on. I gotta go see somebody.

Jimmy, I never asked you for nothin', man.

I got a third of my hearin' in this ear.

- Bobby, what's the deal with this? - it needs an 80-amp alternator, 8417 belts.

- I'm talkin' $300, $400 kicks. - I don't give a fuck about your shoes.

I wanna do somethin' nice for you.