Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm in the tower now, working the lanes.

The voucher says $150.

I mean, it's getting hard to hold onto the Towers...

And this nigger Roberto is on the shelf to us right now.

-Why are you on him? -My father-in-law hates his guts.

Look, see this little box right here?

Who wants a dime's worth of fucking chemicals?

Security deposit and some furniture over at Littlepages.

Grand jury summons.

Of course, otherwise, you operate at a loss...

About that other business, the chemicals....

Where are we at with the Jane Does?

You could marry one of them, make her an American housewife.

Then you'll see there's no need to get all fucking dramatic out here!

You need to get over to the southeastern today.

and then I can get $700 more by the end of the week.

Three ROIROs, four containers.

Do you copy, 12-08?

They're playing us.

Stringer says so, anyhow.

You and my uncle talk?

If you have a large share of the market, you can buy up the competition.

When that ship sails, and there ain't no problems...

That's cans, containers, coming off the ship, and others going back on.

I'm guessing you got enough shame from the last time...

I'll show you how it's done, homes.

I'm not saying I don't want it.

I'm looking at two tubes of the harbor tunnel...

You cocksuckers.

and he stood smiling like this shit is funny.

as a .380 semi-automatic.

What you looking at?

We stomping niggers over bullshit, man.

So you really gonna go up there on your own time?

Unless, of course, you find a suspect.

It ain't funny.

That's the listing, yes.

Colonel, respectfully, did you just fuck me over...

this Jamaican cat who got the strip off Gay Street.

Then change up the name.

They say a police is only as good as his informants.