Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...and that hate swings that far out, we may never get the love back.
...why don't you leave it for my clients?
What the hell is this?
In the land of an unclouded day
It's pink, wet...
And you signed off on that shit?
Oh, boy. Oh, man.
This is about Clay and J.T. You and Tara have been shutting me out since I told you--
You jealous, tiger?
Open the door.
You know where he is?
Our seniority is earned...
I can feel it.
I know who you guys are.
Let's go.
That's Damon Pope's jurisdiction.
You guys are all full of shit. Town knows these attacks are not us.
-Good to see you up and about, brother. -You too, brother.
Got the pics in an e-mail.
-I need the skin underneath her fingernails. -Got it.
You can walk me through it.
-It's sad. -Yeah.
A part I'll never see again.
Uncle Chucky made the delivery.
Hey! Did you hear what I said? Gotta take a piss, man.
-Who are you? -Devin Price, his stepson.
A part I barely knew.
O they tell me of a home
All right.
Come on. Come on.
Just ride him a little bit. A few other things. He won't remember anything.
- Made you a gangster of Christ. - Heh.
East Dub.
We got something coming.
Gotta look this life In the eye
- Ugh. - Why don't we double-team him?
Not a lot of gray in this life, sweetheart.
Don't.
Where no storm clouds rise
What the hell is this?
I was just reading an article on these home invasion attacks.
I'm not sure I find that comforting.