Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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