Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-I did just like you told me. -Wrote down the mileage?

Everybody's going home to sauerkraut and Santy Claus...

Yo, the shit is always up in the door, man.

Well, well, well. If it isn't Barnacle Bill, the sailor.

-You sold them on that? -Rawls did.

You gotta step up, Herc. You don't have me or Carver to lean on here.

A little to the right!

Bruising on three fingers? We saw that as soon as we picked her up.

Go home and fuck their wives till breakfast. There was some heroes back then.

What the hell is going on?

-You're a housecat now? -I made a promise.

Now that you are my client, Mr. Bell...

-You're the Captain? -Yeah.

-Ain't never gonna be what it was. -No, indeed.

-My foot? -You know, the way you kicked that tire jack.

You go down to Annapolis asking for the goddamn canal...

-It's fucking girls, man. Young ones. -There's a dozen of them.

Ain’t never gonna be what it was.

I checked the computer. It's Bay 9, Cell 1 1 . It's right on the bottom.

We already had our fun. Dumping her on Baltimore County.

Talking trash about 1514.

I should meet these guys. If I meet these guys...

You're in the shipping channel.

$1000 for the doctor.

Your father says the Talco Line is in today.

Whale, if it isn't Barnacle Bill, the sailor.

You never heard a station outside of Baltimore?

I ain't never left Baltimore except that Boys' Village shit one day.

It was just me...

Better, actually.

First thing you think to do is fuck a nigger up.

Let me give your little boo-boo a kiss.

Who gonna believe us? This shit is missing.

-Sergei. -Yeah, whatever.

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

We could use another window on the second floor of the rectory.

How are you tonight? Good to see you.

The old tub is listing. Can you feel her?

you helped take some of the stink off yourself.

Y'all had people following us.

that could further complicate the situation.