Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

MacRay did eight months for going over the counter at a BayBank...
- Come on, let's go. We gotta go. - Hold it. Silent alarm, this address.
That's Janice. She's my wife and she's sitting right there,
I don't know.
She didn't wanna be my mother anymore...
Then make it ready.
...in case my mother was lost...
*marcus showing concern* Me
Everyone does trucks.
.
They lionize criminals...
I don't know where I learned these things.
When I was a kid, uh...
Okay.
FBI! Open the door
- The fuck you looking at? - Take your shoes off.
Fucking Somalian started talking shit when I was with my daughter.
E just wondered if you had any change. The machine is out.
What's up?
Let's go!
Well, I think I'll skip Lewisburg.
Yeah, maybe. it's not my boat, it's my friend's boat.
Go! Go! Go! Everybody away!
No, not really. I mean ....
-Is that it? -I'm trying to get you jammed up.
Hey, you can have this one. He's a real gem.
Apparently you were drafted.
Anyway.
BlackBerrys to the front! Slide your fucking phones up.
Thank you.
They started getting, you know-- it started with yelling when I walked by...
...whether or not your family owned a boat. And, well, my family didn't own a boat.
You walk within 100 feet of her, that's 10 years. Okay?
There goes college soccer, motherfucker.
This is something we would say
Fuck making payments to him.
No.
-Yeah? -Yeah, you should meet him.
Those guys could come back.
...so he's selling narcotics, trying to be the boss.
Who you following, Jem? Me or her?
When the guy attacked David...
- See the address on that? -Bitch lives four blocks away.
Whose book are we gonna preorder ?
-Here you go. -How's it going, son?
Once glass bottles started getting thrown...
Here you go.
- Green money. - All right.
They must have been around the corner.
Yes.
You moved to Charlestown, hooked up with a rock-breaking townie.
In this apartment anyway.
-Who you seeing? -Stephen MacRay.
Let's go.
Breathe. Go.
-Shit. - Ah, fuck.
Hey, what do you know about bank robbers?
There goes college soccah
...slide down the back of a brontosaurus like Fred Flintstone.
Would I ask you out if I thought you were a suspect?
-You gonna talk to this fucking asshole? -For one thing--
Hey, chill, chill, chill, man. Chill. Chill, man.
You too.
He stopped crying...
-Dougy's quite the worker. -Yeah.
You all right? Every time I come up here now it's the red pajamas.
...and he can see right into this apartment.
...who wanted to be like those guys.
Head for the boulevard.
You're the one who's vulnerable in this situation right now.
Driver's name is Arthur Shea.
So I used to imagine maybe that's where she went.
This IS The Not Fucking Around Crew. So, Find Me Something That Looks Like A Spiller's Candidate
You don't like your sandwich?
- There she is. -Hey.
Since we were 6. We're like brothers. Right?
This is the not fucking around crew
- Really? -Well, you know.
They threw bottles at you?
-Truck. -Fucking truck. His work truck right there.