Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I got eight cars on a carrier. Boat's leavin' in 90 minutes and no driver. I need your help.

The car almost hit me, Daddy.

- Why don't you backtrack and ask there? - OK, thank you.

What was she doin' in your car at eight in the morning, Ronnie?

This is about Little Junior.

Yeah, man. You got the titles and shit?

You had the murder tape, you had me.

Listen to the part where he says You saw what I did to Omar.

You hangin' on, honey?

To get my wallet.

Get the indictment on me. Look, all I got to say to you...

Take the cuffs off him.

♪ Before they go knockin' on their neighbour's door

- (Omar) What the fuck y'all want? - (gunshot)

Walk over there and ask him if he wants a Rolls.

(Calvin laughs)

You know what I hate more than anything? I hate the taste of metal in my mouth.

We never swung the hammer on you for the Astro job.

Come on, Bev. I mean, I owe him. I owe him big time, all right?

I mean, if that could be me in there...

We should have a conversation about life and shit.

...and your confidential informant's a witness!

- How you doin', Rosie? - Hi, Jimmy.

(Ronnie) Come on, man. I'm dyin' over here. Let's go!

- There was a time, though, right? - Right.

(seat-belt warning beeps)

But if I take a hit of this, most times I'm OK.

I sent her from the shop to get somethin' from my house.

At least your wife, she went out fast, right?

But my old man?

(Jimmy) Oh, my God.

My guy claims that Agent Dover - Omar - made a move for it without provocation.

It's like letters that stand for things. You know, like FBI, TGIF. You understand?

Hey, what's the what?

Whoa, a space ride!

I am not goin' back to that. I am not rattin' on anybody else.

( car alarm stops )

John Amato. Call him Johnny A.

Kilmaltin, report to the five building bypass.

Let's get outta here.

- Wait a second. Wait. - Let's go.

There it is. There. The Lexus, right there.

Keep your hands up.

OK, slow down. Slow.

- Serve two? - Look, you gotta take the hit.