Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean, he ain't gonna flip out over a motherfucking three years.
D'Angelo, shut your mouth.
I said, name a better dog you can have today, not in world history.
-Recently? -What's going on out there?
-Fuck this case. -Fuck it?
We have the charge whenever we want it.
totaling $4,500.
I'm doing the full 90.
-Man, these Timbs. -Yeah, they Timbs.
What about Stringer, his number two?
Buff, you need to get up in these egg rolls or something.
Where the fuck is Willis? Where's Willis, String?
By the way...
But you don't need all that manpower to do it.
Stringer!
Time comes, though, I know you gonna step up.
and talk face to face, period.
We're gonna need Pearlman to approve her wearing a wire.
Why did you drive all the way to New York for half an hour?
This case ends, or you are done.
-Sheila, send Patrick in. -Yes, sir.
-Take it out, I can't do this anymore. -You won't have to, darling.
I'm not involved in drugs, Lieutenant.
It was all about me.
They been cleaning us for the past few days.
Go on in.
Eighteen with a bullet, baby.
So you can stand there, dripping with liquor-smell and self-pity...
I ain't saying another damn thing...
Bring him in.
The only thing that we could come up with were those five checks.
Shit, I be looking for that smart little nigger, too.
The gift of corrected vision.
Poor fucking kid.
to let you and all your friends hide some of that dirt, but not now.
Is there someone that can go near Cambridge...
And making calls to some contributors...
No extension cords. No juice boxes.
-Call him. -No, there's no phone there.
You know what big hands mean, right?
This case is done!
-What they call you? -Buff, 'cause I got the stuff.
WHERE THE FUCK IS SHAE?!
We don't care.
-George's Lunch on Light Street. -The Greek joint?
-Sgt. Hauk? -God help us.
You gonna make me cry, you know.
Sterling's, baby, we're about to feast.
More than you.
Darcia Wallace? We're looking for your son.
Open it up, man. No sense in ruining a good safe.