Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You givin' her the money? - Yeah. $400 a week like you said.

And you can tell the state prosecutor the same thing!

- How the hell did you walk on that? - Shit happens.

(Calvin) Jimmy. Over here.

But don't push, all right? And don't initiate nothin', all right?

I want an inventory of all guns, drugs and cars acquired in New York.

We'd jeopardise agents still in the field.

Whoa. Junior, I'm your man. It's gonna happen.

Macs? Yeah, man. I'll take Macs. Yeah.

Astro Jewellers? That was four years ago.

I remember after your mom died. You remember?

- Hi. - What happened to your face?

Let's go. Let me get this.

I also hear you've been a pretty good guy. That's great.

(Junior laughs)

- Fuckin' thing snapped. - We ain't got no more? OK, I'll buy some.

You know you're being charged with felony murders?

Since you went away, man, we got big, man. No more smash-and-grab bullshit.

There was a guy from the DMV there. I couldn't get his name.

...with shoot-first clearance.

...the difficult becomes the repulsively impossible.

Don't touch him!

Got ate by the garbage monster

You should give yourself an acronym. Cos it helps you visualise your goals.

A vodka straight. For her, whatever.

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

Concentrate on the words.

I think it's a little late in the game, no?

He sure as shit remembers you.

They're about the same age an' all. Her and Corinna.

You know what your problem is? You're a liberal.

What's wrong with you?!

I wanna know if Agent Dover had assassination clearance.

Number three to base. I don't have Corinna.

Yeah, but I gotta go to Albany tomorrow. I gotta check out that body shop.

You're welcome.

Did you ever hear of an asshole by the name of Little Junior Brown?

Bought everything on the sheet, bag of nines, gain' for a dozen Macs over the weekend.

He must be new. The Philadelphia PD ain't got no jacket on him yet.

Clean up their own back yard.

Maybe the next time you lay a hand on me it won't be such a one-way beatin'.

Cos it was a funny thing.

- I can't do that, Judge. - What d'you mean? I'm ordering you to.

I didn't know the fourth driver. I never saw him before.

- Who the fuck is this? - He's cool. He's my people.

Mr Kilmaltin. We meet again.

- How's she doin'? - You know, she misses you.

Oh, come on, Junior. Don't make me do that.

Ready, honey? Here we go.

What do you want? Early parole?

What kinda car you like to drive?

It's like Tijuana out here.

Come on, you faggot. 27.

A possession of stolen property rap?

Let me know, all right?

OK. Go to Grandma.

You arrogant prick!

Between me and Bev's mom, she's doth' better than you think.

What do you mean? Like, in addition?