Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What are you doing? Look at the box.
You see? Right there. You just fucked up.
The scale model of the Fayette Street stash house
I want one.
I'm on shift work now.
and you want us to start teaching the test now?
kissing ass, covering ass, doing what I'm told.
And your work on them New York boys
in the general fund,
Shit, boy.
Leverage.
Saying I could go back to the crib and bear up,
Okay, your table's ready.
Yeah. We'll take four cokes, please.
Aw, come on, Mr. Pryzbo.
So, y'all just gonna have to make do.
Hey.
I'll watch over him. No problem.
All we got is Little Kevin.
What are you still doing here?
Get off me! Get off me!
All those years I'm trying to climb the ladder,
Well, a good guess would be a one-shot surplus of about 20 million.
but I think we're done there.
That's it for now.
we can't get rid of the guy we got.
you juke the stats and majors become colonels.
Yeah. Get that money. Get that money, shorty.
Let's think this through.
Talking about Bug's daddy, ain't you?
Randy, you're here.
Same blood, but not the same heart.
He hang around the gym,
your first, for the record--
on a long pass.
His blood don't run that kind of cold.
Baltimore's all I know.
'cause you don't know what you're doing.
but this has us teaching test questions direct,
Bentlow down there to Rosewood right here.
were to leave, we'd want to bump that salary
Your table is your team.
We get back in there, we can hunt them up.
Still want us on that?
Dashonda, here.
Someone you looking for.
I'm partial to them cherries.
It's one thing to sell waterfront for tax base,
they can say the schools are improving.
are to reside with the deputy office
Now, you say y'all can work together out on the corner.
Who says they're not aware?
Raven's got that dude Mike Anderson.
Give me that.
Boy named Marlo.
Watch your mouth.
Well, Madam President,
If this cocksucker's sprung,
Your moms?
without so much as a campaign speech.
No no. That's fine.
Go ahead and touch it, baby.
Long time for you to make major, but this was quick enough.
"May I take your coat, Mr. Brice?"
so what I'm saying is that you got from
I only had, like, three hours
Iike it's his pet and shit.
So, what you gonna do with yours, Detective Greggs, huh?
You better be thinking T-bone steak, medium rare.
Mean he could back up on y'all.
Nah, seems like they got the message and went the fuck on.
"Some people would think for what it's worth"
I'll be damned.
I thought we was gonna get banked.
but you gotta put lookouts in Franklintown to catch anybody
"Colvin, party of four," huh?
Does my dick look hard to you?
I'm asking who.
You got something to say, nigger?
He's on Riggs and Calhoun.
Further east, you've got the Locust Point Marine Terminal,
I'm ready to work, Kima.