Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I need... I need you
What? That's right, you son of a bitch.
But I don't feel no pain 'cause I found more cocaine
Come on, Cricket. Where is he, Charlie? Why do we trust him?
Dennis, don't do it. He's got you brainwashed.
You "sold" our drug money on two garbage cans?
Yes! Get him outta here.
but I'm not making any forward progress.
Where am I having dinner tonight, Frank?
I sold the drugs. Good. Give us the money.
Uhoh. I'm sorry. Come on, Cricket.
Me? Oh, no. I would never sleep with you. You're gross.
Oh. Aah. Yeah.
Then who was it? You guys! I did it!
A little dip into our Bolivian marching powder, then we're back on the street.
I'm sorry. I'm a little preoccupied with worrying about being killed by the mob...
Come in. Oh! Yeah!
That's the feeling you're going for. That's where you wanna be at.
You're judgin'. You judge me all the time.
Listen, guys. I was thinkin' we go down to Paddy's, put the squeeze on 'em.
Oh. Shh.
These are trash cans? Then why do they sound like this?
Oh. What a day.
I'm outta here.
I have never seen this much money in one spot. Oh, my God.
It was nice doin' business with you guys.
He flipped it so fast, Charlie. Let's think a little bit for a second.
Frank says that the only thing that matters in this game is cash.
What? What are you talkin' about, your dick?