Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

You need to get over to the southeastern today.

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

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

What you looking at?

Security deposit and some furniture over at Littlepages.

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

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

About that other business, the chemicals....

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

Look, see this little box right here?

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

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

They're playing us.

That's the listing, yes.

Unless, of course, you find a suspect.

Three ROIROs, four containers.

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

You and my uncle talk?

Do you copy, 12-08?

Who wants a dime's worth of fucking chemicals?

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

Stringer says so, anyhow.

It ain't funny.

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

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

Grand jury summons.

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

as a .380 semi-automatic.

and he stood smiling like this shit is funny.

Where are we at with the Jane Does?

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

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

You cocksuckers.

The voucher says $150.

We stomping niggers over bullshit, man.

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

Then change up the name.

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

this Jamaican cat who got the strip off Gay Street.

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