Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

'Cause them old fucks done unloaded so much bullshit...
We don't take a shot, we might as well roll over and die right now.
Thought you did that. You're the Forfeiture Unit, right?
We ordered up a window for where you renovated the nave.
Yo, man, cut that shit the fuck out.
The Germans are hard-headed, but you can't beat them for craft.
You're killing me here, Ziggy. You are fucking killing me.
Who?
-Where's Sergei? -He's parked at the end of the lot.
I'm telling you, I didn't even wanna be a police anymore.
and because he has City Hall's ear...
Maybe you talk to Frank.
-Who? -Tank, Country.
Every night with these old fucks. It's like 1952 and shit.
Have fun.
They here.
So, you feel me? The shit ain't right.
When your brick brain gonna realize there's more to this...
-The rectory? -The upstairs hallway.
-It's the same difference, though. -No, you're wrong.
You fished her out east of the bridge. That's Baltimore County. She's their stat.
What's the matter? You don't like being called Boris?
you gonna come back with nothing but your little shriveled-ass dick in your hand.
-It's either in Bay 7, or-- -Bay 7 is empty, man.
We'll hook her real good. We'll tow her slowly over to the pier.
What's the location, Citywide?
Roland.
Three-and-a-half inches of hard blue steel.
You taking doors?
So I was thinking, you know, narcotics, maybe.
I swear to God, Ziggy. You open your mouth, I'll fucking kill you.
What ship?
No, it's cool. He's cool.
If the bosses, I mean, if command had let that case go forward.
For Christ's sake, will you just get in the car already?
You fished them out east of the bridge. That's Baltimore County. That's their stat.
I mean, three years in auto theft and I didn't learn anything.
Yo, that be the exit. Take that shit.
I gotta clean in there, and I ain't gonna do it around his carcass.
He say he holds about 30-something, but I know that ain't right.
Taking their time, ain't they?
How long since your last confession?
No, actually, your ma makes a good breakfast.