Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- And if Donette call me... - I know.
you got Barksdale's people, East Siders and freelancers, too.
You'll get used to these academic types, Bunny.
You're ready to take it down a notch, aren't you?
That's good. Mayor Tommy.
All that good shit comes out of New York.
I can't even get up my front steps...
and the properties are condemned.
or you swallow your goddamn pride and rejoin this unit.
Man, I would murder that...
And all the while, Stringer's using his cell phone...
How big a win bonus?
Account information confirms he's had that number listed...
Then we on this off-brand-ass strip right here.
But residential?
Motherfuck you, too.
And they wanna pay Johns Hopkins money.
- Garcia... - Valdez.
- Marla Daniels. I'm running for... - Gonna take a run at Eunetta Perkins.
Then I'll shove off.
when I was ready to put in some work. But no answer.
We've been off him too long.
Spider bags here!
Vincent Street is like Switzerland or Amsterdam.
Oh, I knew he'd have his cherry busted, but not like this.
- Yes, you are, String. - So we're still talking more return...
- Bullshit, man. - You, too?
How you doing, Donette?
$430, it better be.
Are there any numbers on the front of your fucking house?
- Ready to go? - Yeah. Are you all right to drive?
Yo.
Go on to the next phone, do the same.
That shit don't make sense.
attorneys, zoning offices.
I would not risk losing them. No way.
Tyrell, why weren't you in school today?
Yo, spider bags!
'cause they're occupied by the drug dealers.
- without us even knowing it. - That ain't the point.
Stringer's out of reach.