Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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