Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What the fuck you think, nigger? Fish food.
If he want it.
-My favorite spicy fish cakes? -On the saltines with the mustard.
35 minutes later.
I'm saying we had reason to stop Mr. Price...
-I'm saying it ain't your fault. -Dee, look.
What we want is being said in that office.
and then you hang up.
You don't hit these guys and expect them to stay in the pocket.
-Look at them. -All right.
But around that time, the cops was on our shit.
Where’s Hicks!?! (Watch The Wire, Ryan)
-the best fucking dog. -Physically--
Grandmother says this kid's been gone two days.
He gonna be in some danger right here if he shows up.
Gentlemen.
Otherwise we'd need a warrant.
The point is anybody who can hurt you can be put into play.
Boy had to get himself correct.
And Wee-Bey hard like a rock.
What's the name of that old detective from Pawnshop?
How is she?
-Damn, Wallace. -Wally!
It makes you sound more professional.
and how fucked up the department is, that's all.
I'm gonna hook you up with some uncut.
-You just said a better dog. -You go get that dog right now.
Listen, I feel like I don't have that many people around me...
march him around the room, break out the keg.
You can order warrants, and I'll serve them.
Money from a cash-bar fundraiser the previous weekend.
Protect and serve, Lieutenant.
Honey, just leave the damn thing alone.
-Dang, y'all are focused. -What man wouldn't be?
This isn't as much fun as I thought it would be.
Yeah?
Ay yo String, Where's Wallace?
We either step up or we step the fuck off.
You think I didn't know that?
Where the fuck is Daily So Close?
Any sightline to the rear door?
They wanna put me in a box.
-Send his ass on down to Annapolis. -For what?
-Because the man said so, that's why. -Wallace ain't no snitch.
Out the game?
You send my son to New York...
All right, top number's for re-ups...
Where’s Hicks?
Step out of the car, sir.
Where the fuck is Vivek? Where's Vivek, String?
I mean, I want her protected. No more bodies, hear?
Shit, I even had to cut Prez loose.