Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, well, I represent Marblehead's poor.
Started making trouble, fighting with guys.
What the fuck you doing here? Huh?
This Is The Not Fuckin Around Crew
whose car we gonna take?
We smoked it to the filter, right?
Found the van, Torched.
- Not bad, right? -Good friends to have.
Makes $110 a day. Carries a SIG 9.
Go to the fucking switch!
Peopling pick’s from you?
5'10 220, 52 years old.
Whatever. I don't know.
This is the not fucking around crew
All right.
-Nice to meet you. -Sit down, sit down, relax. All right?
Let's go!
A rebound from what, the robbery?
- All set? -Yes,
Hands where I can see them.
...to walk until I felt the water on my toes.
What?
No, my father finally made it out to the suburbs,
-Fucking punks laid the guy out. -Oh, yeah?
Probably too busy working.
I'm grateful to be here today.
I break rocks. Punch a ticket at the end of the day...
Hit the engine block!
Ms. Keesey, it's Agent Frawley. I have follow-up questions about your case.
Fuck.
What would we do without Chelsea?
Put that fucking gun down now. I got you, motherfucker.
...en route to the north end of the bridge.
Are we taking hostages now? -No, we're not taking
Minimum federal sentencing, 10 years.
It's a good thing you're here.
Took a guess. I mean, it just seemed like a toonie car.
Marty MacGuire, Cummins Armored courier:
That hurts, right? Fucking piece of shit.
Right before he's about to throw it all away.
Not you. You. Get up. Let's go. Come on.
Most of these guys got no-show jobs. Take down a truck...
- You heard what happened? -Huh?
...you know them Dominican kids always starting trouble on Medford Street?
The FBI are just people like anyone else.
They throw Tom Fitz off the roof of Mishawum for cooperating...
All of them, I watch.
Used the van to screen the door.
-All right, here. - All right. Looks good to me, baby.
And 50 hands on a bible saying they never saw nothing.
All right, now getaway from the counter!
Four men took it over and opened the safe.
Marcus showing concern Me:
That's wrong, isn't it?
They blindfolded me and drove me around.
Yeah. Juice.
...like the guy who found our dog.
I Know You See Me Looking At You When You Already Know I Wanna Die In Hell You Already Know I Wanna Die In Hell You Already Know
You walk into Lewisburg, there's a hundred townies in there.
He wears the vest on the outside, tucks his pants into his fucking combat boots.
Dear god it’s the Cro Draft Awards
No one needs to get hurt.
It's gonna be okay.
A few days ago my bank was robbed.
Tell me you got a move here
This is the not fucking around crew
...you get classed out over to Norfolk, Dad.
Whose car are we gonna take to the bah in Hoboken?
It was one of those Fighting Irish tattoos.
-Smart? -Yeah.
Gonna give him the opportunity to walk soot-free if he gives up his friends.