Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Damn jerk.
Freeze mofo before I busy a cap in your dome!
Hey Blancò, you look like a fucking duck hunter man!
- They your enemy. - Hey! Hey!
Hung up the phone!
You ever wanna see me...? You answered that?
Shoot his ass!
- What's up, man? - They don't serve no malt liquor here.
- Just leave her be. - Wade threaten her again?
- Hey! Hey! - Damn, why you always up on my woman?
No. Fuckin.’ Way.
Inherited?
How do I say this?
see, i would kill for a 4 day work week.
A Boston creme.
Wait a minute! What the fuck is...?
Why is this man stabbing himself? Because he lost his fukkin mind, his little brother caught a Hot One to the Dome
I wanna be one of them cats who gets to take pictures...
- What the fuck is wrong with you? - I'm out. I'm done.
Lawyers? Lawyers are for punetas.
It's my duty to please that booty
Just let it go.
Not having done it before is not an excuse.
You an interesting motherfuck.
- How About No #coffee! - Remove That Man.
My bad.
I took $50,000, and I disappeared.
- Do you ever wanna see me again? - No!
You detectives and shit, right?
I'm a motherfucking dead man. First to admit it.
It's called habeas corpus, motherfucker.
Man, you're doing a little bit too much of your own product.
Fine, fine.
- What? - It ain't all that.
You're Damn Right!
- What? - Look, it's 40,000.
- How you doing? - Yeah, I'm having a conversation here.
Yo, Shaft, you got a call. Guy says it's urgent.
- Who lost your rap sheet for you? - You.
Police!
After working a job uptown for 28 years...
Step off, Peoples.
Let's roll.
- Hey, fuck you! - Step off, assholes. Get a life, girls.
- Who got you that tryout with the Jets? - You.
What the hell's he doing here? Tell me it's something good.
In this neighborhood, I am the motherfucking king snake.
You keep coming back, re-up with me nine or 10 times...
So now you're doing Wade's dirty work?
I come back later, put this in your ass.
I talk like this all the time.
He's playing us. Shaft is playing us.
You gotta let go of it, Diane.
- Fifteenth Precinct. - Okay, dog.
Goddamn.
Jerry Crafet! What?
Mano-a-mano. Come on. Let's go.
- I'm talkin' about Shaft - Then we can dig it
Even if she does surface, she is seriously damaged goods.
His ass...
Where?
You fucking up my car, you pussies!
I know cats that'd take out a whole zip code for that kind of cheese.
He doesn't even break stride.
- Do you know who my father is? - No. Do you?
my client is prepared to post bail.
Why don't you sit down, have a seat, relax.
Fuck that bitch!
- You're looking for Diane? - Got it.
Whatcha say Attorney General Did you hear that Chavin
- This trial is gonna... - You don't get it, do you?
and he was hassling Trey from the minute we all walked in the door.
And the Trey kid turns to him, and he saw him.
- Leave me alone! - Listen to me!
But he's 12, and I caught him twice last week running errands for Malik.
I think we're being tailed.
- You wearing your vest? - No.
Yo, Shaft, I like the way you handled that, brah.
You wouldn't know Egyptian cotton if Pharaoh himself sent it to you...
I got a whole bunch of milk.
What the fuck you looking at me like that for, anyway?
Get down!
Five family, five borough, one love.
Yeah, he showed up at my house all, like, no tengo dinero, boss.
- I'm not testifying! - I know. I know.
I see the black kid, Trey, coming out. He was pissed.
Yo, Luger, what's up with the cornbread?
Yeah, Actually, More-less
Oh, pure Notorious P.l.G.
No, no, no black people.
Bull's-eye.