Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Think my woman's gonna give a great big cheer when she hears about it?

-It's shit now. -I know.

Christ sakes, Ma, I climbed all over two ships today.

That it? Pretty thin.

You feel anything?

-That bad? -He quits or he drowns.

You got no call to be doing me like this.

Jesus, Nicky, we got a kid together.

Look at that tiger go. A third generation champion from Glassport.

we are confident sufficient evidence will be recovered.

What's up, baby?

So, did you have a lawyer look at the papers yet?

I can only tell you what it looks like from where I sit.

You guys Port Police? I don't recognize either one of you.

All we can do is sprinkle it and bag it.

Take your ass down to Schula's Steakhouse and get an education.

-Dwight? -What's up?

I don't remember they came off the Atlantic Light.

I'm looking for a stick-up boy, name of Omar.

Bottom line for me is, you guys should've held that ship.

But apparently, you ain't got no fucking style neither.

We don't even know what the hell we're supposed to be chasing here.

I was thinking...

we can talk about how we start shaving some of these years off.

Him and me go way back, it's a friendly thing.

Fucking-A right.

In the second court.

she signs, "Nadya." Her name is Nadya.

Step on that motherfucker.

People you can trust.

I heard Aunt Treesey's old place up in Covington...

I don't care if they were speaking Mandarin Chinese...

And maybe we don't rent.

Fuck me twice...

Mr. Barksdale's placing himself at risk...

We don't need that now.

and there are many St. Volodymyrs.

I might get a new clutch plate put in Princess is all.

Get in the car.