Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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