Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I ain't too good at floating, either.
and he chose to depart.
You never gonna see another grain ship here in Bawlmer, my friends.
You know, trial date for Bird is next month and llene Nathan wanted to be ready.
-Nicky boy, you working today? -As a lasher for Big Roy's crew.
Now if you'll just shut up and listen to me...
-You ain't heard from Roberto yet? -Not a goddamn word, man.
-Party boat? -Pretty one, yeah.
And fuck what you're saying.
-This close to the bridge. -Probably, yeah.
Best you'll do is one or two extra gangs a week on them blowers.
-What's he waiting for? -I got no fucking idea.
-Actually, what kind of pie you got? -Hey, Zig.
-Yo, Frank. -What's up?
So....
Sergeant.
we can figure out ways to do business. You know what I'm saying?
for Roberto's predicament.
Major, you want this stuff where?
Your advance payment arrived as our problem did.
-You working the light, ain't you? -I'm on it, yeah.
Shut the fuck up, huh?
And you decide to change the pattern.
Ain’t never gonna be what it was.
to even get them talking about that shit?
I leave, I gotta tell my Sergeant.
I had an uncle who was a supervisor there. Got laid off in '78, though.
Fucking McNulty.
Okay, I understand.
10-4, we're responding.
Lester Freamon had us deep into the money. Real deep.
and remind yourself of who you is and where you come from.
Come on, man.
when they shut down a couple of blocks on the Boulevard?
Maybe so. But the end of the day, you come through the door in one piece.
you've made offerings way above what it would take...
-Moe Man taking our shit. -What he holding?
You let her fuck with you like that?
Something you never learned.
-What for? -For betting that you'd ride the boat.