Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How you gonna get me into the police academy...
Tiger Wood, I like him.
I gotta do a favor for my man real quick.
Bail is set at $200,000.
what kind of cake you had?
Fuck with the bull...
- John Shaft. - Carmen Vasquez. Welcome to Narcotics.
Done deal.
- We just wanna talk to her. - Yeah, sure, with those guns. Get lost.
Come on, Shaft. Lead us to the prize, baby.
My lawyer says that's why I got bail...
This is Detective Vasquez. She's...
Home sweet home?
You mean you forgot already?
You're a two-bit, three-block dope dealer. Stick to what you know.
Let's roll, Soul.
- You mean jump bail again. - No doubt.
With you I split it down the middle, 50-50.
Hey, back up, son! Back up, son!
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
You been around the world, right?
Get the fuck out of the road!
- Hey. Come on. - Get in the car.
Thank you, man. That means a lot coming from you.
Yeah, cat. Yo, say, Shaft, I been thinking, yo.
- Forty thousand? - That's what I said.
and you telling me about all the problems. That color thing.
Yo, yo, give me Peoples, man.
Yes!
- Wanna back me up? - Back you up?
What's my fukkin name? I don't know nigga!
Now Peoples is probably paying them to find Diane.
- Give that back to me, man. - It worked out great.
Racist Asshole
Well, how good is good?
- I saw Shaft. He drove off. - Shaft?
If he threatened her, I can take care of that.
and I got a call like he said I would.
Everybody on fucking drugs! Nothing but money, man!
That why you always wanna fuck me?
Bye.
The deal is, my life is fucked, man.
Don't smoke. Thanks.
Yo!
Mikey, get your brother and get over here now.
Michael Cohen and Paul Manafort POTUS?
Fucking haves and the should not haves, motherfucker.
Johann Gambolputty
Four-bedroom colonial, right on the water.
Anybody see you?
Well, I guess you just got to earn it back.
Hey, how you like me now?
Ill take it from here, you dont worry about, you puerco sucio.
Blood.
The truth is, Walter, we can't find her.
- Stay! - I don't know that nigga, not no more.
- Keep walking. Yeah. - Fake-ass cops.
Come on, you bitch bastard.
Paul, talk to him. Thank you.
You know how I hold it behind the wheel. They can't fuck with me.
What, are you nuts? Think.
Oh, fuck, man!
- How you doing? - Hey.
We would just to go without eatin'
Paraphernalia. Nothing.
I like him.
This shit's too tight, yo!
in this detective game y'all got going on over here, you know what I mean?
I don't think so, running man.
Come on you bitch bastard
Bye.
Thank you. You can go and check on your friend now.