Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We might have four more bodies tonight.

All they live for is to get you off.

Well, what's done is done.

That tonight's a good night.

I'll tell you everything I know.

- We're on channel two. - All right.

Who's Gus Triandos?

Yo, we can go $31,000, $32,000 shots, man.

Who's my dawg? You my dawg?

- He win? - Who?

I just want to make sure nobody did the suicide to him.

- Hey, yo. - Huh?

The shit's so John Blaze, you can step on it seven, eight times...

Man, you all some cold-ass motherfuckers, man.

Look at what that bullet did to his heart.

- Lf you're looking for dirt, there isn't any. - There's always fucking dirt.

Soap your bitch.

Let me talk to some people.

You did not look particularly commissioner-like.

Yo, all due respect, but this right here...

And it grinds me, too.

Buddy and my old man go way back.

What the fuck you talking...

He doesn't want me talking to reporters right now.

But I draw the line at going behind the Mayor for this guy.

Looks like they broke him.

So, what you want us to do?

I just wanted to wait and see what you wanted us to do about it.

Well, I'm just saying.

You know what I'm saying?

I just want to know who's your dawg.

Nicked jugular, shattered jaw.

The Terrace is spreading out.

Your boy really jammed me, that little prick.

And you didn't go to the Mayor with it?

The wiretap has to surface in court.

- Homicide. - This is Freamon, Major Case.

- You want me to go up to Homicide? - No, I got it, I got it.

That's his heart.

- I know. - And Avon, he coming home, too.

I mean, I can't believe this shit.

You know what? You got four bodies, all within two blocks of each other...

Okay, Mary Tyler Moore, buck-naked.

Can you put him down, please?

Where do you guys get those hats with the bills over the ears like that?

- Not that you heard it from me. - Of course not.