Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

someone I can talk to about this.
So that means you're gonna need a white boy...
Let me get two red tops.
He was saying the computer makes it hard to steal off the docks.
Yeah, no shit, we know nothing.
Motherfucker said it ain't shit.
On this case, ain't that you?
You lie to us, you hurt our feelings.
Thanks, Mau.
You're offloading a ship the size of a small town.
Maybe we should rent.
-How fucking good is he? -You know the man?
I ain't hit him, the young'uns, yo. You can't tell these fools nothing.
Jesus, Zig, what the fuck happened?
-Same old. -Yeah?
She died, like, four years ago. The family sold the house right after.
He says he wants to meet with the Greek.
You still want it, I got it on the Fairfield piers.
working out of the same shithouse kind of office.
That don't happen today, right?
I would've capped every one of those motherfuckers.
What the hell is a Baltimore knot?
That happens, a can don't get entered.
and he look at me like I ain't saying shit.
1 2-08.
The deck has a harbor view?
Bite me.
Frank, he sent me to tell you that we're doubling your fee...
your product eventually loses consumer credibility.
He just sit there like I didn't say a damn thing.
You tell your uncle I will meet with him.
What's up? You need a little help?
Your father bucking us, little man.
I ain't got it for you, Zig.
It's just about business, Donette.
She's good with English.
You didn't get shit from grabbing up Horseface and them, did you?
Do I look like a fucking punk?
You wanna be my nigger, you gots to deliver for real.
We put that together, copy it to the major to show him we're on it...
One more time with that toothpick, I'm going to stab his eye with it.
A lot of these port guys are white, aren't they?
You're wearing Gortex gloves, trying to punch numbers on that thing.
putting that sociopath on the stand.
Bringing us back to our old friends, supply and demand.
I've almost got one of them ready to swear that the docks are actually near the water.
supposed to be at the Jessup wholesale market by yesterday.
I have no fucking clue, Lieutenant.
Appreciate that, Officer. Nice day.
Like running a club, or straight business, like.
in the 1 200 block sold for $340,000 last week.
As always. Here.
Three boxes.
Because your real name ain't no good.
I mean, you running around like your head's all chopped off...