Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Just that he's dead.

- Hey, sweetie. Yeah.

Go someplace where people can take care of you?

...I see a drill, box cutters, a welding torch.

- I leave you girls alone for 10 minutes. - Any ideas here?

Uh... Sorry about your deputy.

Then we'd better work fast. They're making a run for the Irish.

I've come for the boy, Mo.

I was useless to her, Gemma.

Everyone's fine.

Um... I wanna do it too.

There's some cash here, but not that much.

You had something to say and you said it.

The prospect was your guy?

- You wanna take me home? - Sure.

I went down every street, checked the mini mart, gas station. No sign of him.

You thinking of adding a little color to the ranks?

I'm in the mood for some music. '80s.

I didn't tell Donna anything.

Longer in the wind, more time it adds.

Wayne, hey, got a second? I wanted to apologize.

Kind of a private-party kind of thing.

Well, we got a little announcement too.

I can't see, but I'm guessing my hands are a nice shade of purple right now.

- What's the matter, Trini? - Walking back from the depot...

If it were me, I'd pick up another ID.

Take your laundry upstairs. Get it started.

Mayans are locking down Lodi, setting up distribution for heroin.

- How's the campaign shaping up? - Not official yet.

Yo, Elvis, you too.

ain't you got nothin to say?

Porn-star movie fetish?

I need those MP-5s.