Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Now I know who they talking about. -Come on board, man.

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

-Okay. -All right.

Franoosh, you made it.

that the leniency he received was the result of cooperation....

Come on. Let's go.

in three districts and four firehouses.

The Atlantic Light over at North Point.

his sentence was, to say the least, mild.

Christ, here we go again.

That's six or seven-man gangs at best.

You clock out today and leave your box, and don't ever come the fuck back.

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

-So? -No such thing.

Submission slip says "Row BB, Section 14, Shelf 3...

They got our money and we ain't got the product.

Actually, at my house, it's a ring of kielbasa.

Ain’t never gonna be what it was.

So you'll set something up with Mikulski soon?

$1000 each time, girlfriend. Every month till I'm pregnant.

Good morning, Mom.

Also, she's in the drink with no coat or shoes.

Iike even it out for them.

Make it so customs doesn't put no names to faces.

But he's like an L-series, so he ain't getting any hours.

Best you can get, maybe half a day doing break-bulk...

Found this craftsman down in Glen Burnie that you would not believe.

-You was on us the whole time? -Who, me?

-Shit, you're Russian, right? -No, Ukraine. Kyiv is Ukraine.

They sit around all day talking shit about how they used to off-load with shovels...

So good, it ain't on us. It's on Roberto. Set it straight. You know what I mean?

You gotta get with Ziggy, man. He's all over the place.

You know, I'd do it with one arm...

Just to come back. All of us.

I was pulling evidence on the Gant case.

Shit, they don't even push one of them no more.

-No fucking way. -Bacon and eggs, baby.

Yeah, if you ain't senior it does.

Listen, you gotta realize the bosses did you a favor sending you down here.

-This radio ain't working that well. -We're losing it.