Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I got Poison at 400 to 1700 megahertz, gentlemen.

Let's go celebrate.

Pablo was fucking Cockroach over.

Like Goldilocks, he had three options.

Fucking gringos.

It was like the whole city was running around trying to get this shit.

- Nice to meet you. - My cousin.

You girls are pregnant, right?

And I was ready to fight it.

We thought we were making a huge difference.

half Colombian, half German, and 100 percent playboy.

- Sure, when do you need them? - Now, brother.

Probably hundreds.

All right then, Mr. Carlos. Let's take a walk.

He's not as forgiving as I am.

- Go get her. - Mm!

- See you later. - Later.

I will take it to Miami and deliver it to your contact there.

It would choose cocaine over sleep, over sex... over life itself.

and you won't have to split the cash with him.

Let's get down to business.

That's right, that's right.

All we cared about was grass.

OK, man, what do we got?

Whatever it was, the businessmen came at just the right time.

La Quica boarded and was back in Medellín by midnight.

And that... America couldn't take.

Nowadays, the US government can listen to anything you say.

He dominated the emerald smuggling routes.

Sit down, Mr. Pablo.

Pablo's coke flooded in.

We're gonna kill these fuckers, all right?

I just said, Look, if you don't wanna be there, you don't have to be.

Why the fuck are we going back to the lab?

it means you've killed your enemies.

I'll pay half a million for the head of a DEA agent.

using the same smuggling routes he always used.

Yeah, those bastards got me.

Raise the Bounty on the Dingo Ref

Let's build them a chimney.

So to my young friends out there, life can be great.

It was classic Reagan.

And in no time, Pablo had to replace his cars with trucks.

What about all these lights?

nicknamed The Mexican, for his love of tequila and sombreros.