Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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