Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Midnight? -You think maybe if we left you...
You give us a call, we'll sort something out.
Give you a tip, Preston.
See...
All right, okay, not bad.
All right.
Feel a little lonesome for backup.
she was gonna tell about the drugs.
Then again, what does it say about us if we can't break it?
We're getting what you'd expect, seven digits of a telephone number...
-Over in the game room. -Obliged.
Boy, don't nobody give a damn about you and your story.
Saw the street like we wish we could.
you still can't go nowhere, you know what I'm saying?
a man like that, not me, but a man like that, he just might call her a cunt.
It looks like my man Dee got himself an emergency.
Iike you gonna pay 'em and then you crack 'em.
Take over the corners down near Edmondson and Brice.
If I give it up, I lose half of what I mean to say.
We all can't be princes of the city, now can we?
also did Boyd and Leggett a month earlier.
-Then you come in, play bad. -I ain't gonna be playin'.
What about Scar?
-I fucked up, man. -Yeah, I saw.
As sergeants go, Jay's a sociopath and all, but I'd have to go with an actual gangster.
You know the fuckin' rules.
Okay, re-ups on the way down.
You still getting your boys?
Man, fuck you and your tired-ass advice, all right?
Then by the power vested in me, I now declare you man and wife.
and then this bullshit.
Like, you know, not in here.
Wait, wait!
Worden's on the other shift. I'm trying to work my murders, Jesus Christ.
And Bird? I think your snitch can handle that.
Sarge, nobody answers at juvenile intake and we been calling.
it's the stick-up crews and the creepers...
Now, you on the wing from Boys' Village.
She was with Avon for like a year...
From Bantry Bay to the Derry Quay
-Yeah. -No, you needed a change.
Why they beat you down?
Different tags, no stolen report, these come back right for the van...
Listen, I'm giving you points on the package...
Tony, Line 3.
Ain't like him to be late.
he's got the tow truck company...
-Look she took $20, then $20 more. -Hell I did.
but I just can't really come out and help you all.
Except for that nigger, Scar, from New York...
Why the fuck are you in here, man, with all these falling-down motherfuckers?
about not havin' no line in her own place?
Lol
I don't usually see men that I meet in here.
-No, he ain't no problem. -I don't know.