Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My father used to work there.

So what brings you to the water's edge?

-Try a Philly station or some shit like that. -The radio in Philly is different?

String, I did everything like I should, man. I swear.

some asshole's gonna fuck us by building condominiums all over it.

You come in here, man, you get your mind right.

Our asses are hanging out here.

-10-4, we'll tow to Henderson's. -That'll work.

You know, he just said it.

You seen my nephew anywhere?

You need to see the Greek and get a number. He's got one on the way.

-Hey, Frank. -Hey, darling.

I'm down here since 8:00 for crane-to-chassis...

-So what do you think? -What do I think?

-You owe me $10. -Fuck you.

No way, man. Boris is way better. It's like the guy from the cartoon.

-Cocksucker. -Motherfucker.

We done gone so far from Baltimore, we're losing the station.

Let me show you old gents some bulk cargo that none of you could ever handle.

The count is right. What's on the shelf?

You wanna know why?

Let me buy you lunch and we can think on this shit together.

Ain’t never gonna be what it was.

-I'll look into it. -Yeah.

I wasn't looking. Thought she went off the bridge.

-They don't have 100 guys left paying dues. -It's a parish of givers, Stan.

-Look at that. It's the dove. -Right.

and my glass eye, and my Polish pencil.

-Is Ott around? -On his ass as usual.

I honestly didn't.

Nigger, what you say?

You hurt your foot?

Well, if it isn't Diabolical Bill, the sailor.

-Brother, you feeling strong today? -Yeah.

I was gonna enlighten the president of Local 47 on this particular point...

I got tough guys coming in to confess things I never heard before.

Look who it is. Sailor Boy.

Just in here. Up against the wall over there.