Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Put it on the table? You know, "May the best man win"?

I'm not the one taking the case to court.

I am looking for the man they sent.

Walked up, rang the bell, and set it down on the porch.

Laundry soap, that's definitely a code.

Who would pretend to be a lawyer that wasn't?

Well, couldn't you go talk to him first?

We ain't gonna have that dope, so even if we win, we lose...

Apocalypse. Apocalypse. Got that Apocalypse.

You know, I spoke to Prop Joe's people.

Shit, that man can't talk to you like that.

- He's a good guy, all in all. - Great.

I'm fucking dead.

Nah, ain't gonna make no difference. He didn't post up at any emergency room...

playing some stupid game for stupid penny-ante stakes.

- He did it without our knowledge. - Without your knowledge.

all that came back was some bullshit.

This shit got the kill range of, like, 50 meters.

Hey, what the fuck is y'all on the streets for, man?

Look, Command is well aware of the situation.

'Cause if that what he think, we can just beat feet right now.

Dag, Mee-maw. I'm sorry. I just forgot, okay?

there's no reason to leave your clothes in the washer.

If I level with Tony and he gets out, then I can't win.

We are in Baltimore, Lamar. Baltimore, Maryland.

If you're looking for precedents, Your Honor, there aren't any.

What, the funeral home?

Heard you was shot before you even got started down here.

- and you ain't let loose a mumbling word. - Caught myself looking out for you.

Now they come in every day. "Yes, sir. No, sir."

before we're ready to speak to it.

And I didn't think there was any way I was ever gonna get my head around it...

It ain't. Turned to shit.

I need to ask if either of you had any indication...

But from where I sit...

I mean, you think we would actually let this happen otherwise?

as some sort of a new initiative.

Was it the rep?

Tall man gonna be there when I stomp on your fucking head?

You in the right place?

Don't take it personal.

Your man think I brought him bad merchandise?