Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

All right. Let's hit 'em! Hit 'em!
I don't buy that, Irv.
- Beat it. - Damn.
We made a good strike?
and I'm gonna nail you for pickin' your feet in Poughkeepsie.
- Nothin' in there except a New York City map. - Are you bullshittin' me?
- What? - Do you-Get over there.
At best he's selling nickel and dime bags.
We're coming out! Hold your fire!
It's just that my people think we oughta find a better time to make the switch.
What about the last of the big-time spenders?
This is Doyle. I'm sittin' on Frog One.
Over there.
You know? Originally. We don't want any feds screwin' it up.
♪ Oh, what fun it is to ride ♪
Thirty over here from the general. Okay, I got 30.
Or have you forgotten about that already?
Who is that clown?
Nice.
You couldn't burn a three-time loser...
It isn't the only car we have here.
- 'Cause that's my opinion. - Shove it up your ass.
I would give you a ride, but...
So let him take his 60 kilos of heroin someplace else...
Turn around.
Mr. Devereaux, is this your first trip to New York?
Yeah, so I hear.
He wouldn't find there's any hurry to do this kind of business.
Je vous attendais.
Why don't you detach us then, for Christ's sakes? Give us a shot at it.
- Easy, easy. - Okay.
At least till we find out if there's anything here or not.
Hi there.
- Man, what's he talkin' about? - I've got a man in Poughkeepsie wants to talk to you.
The first thing you know, you'll wind up in an entrapment rap-the both of you.
That car's dirty.
Blast off
Yeah. B-O-C-A.
This is your first major league game, Sal. One thing I learned...
The stuff is here! We could make the switch in an hour!
The Westbury, my ass! I got him on the shuttle at Grand Central.
Where do you want it?
The owner's manual says 4,675.
Also, downtown they're pretty sure he pulled off a contract on a guy named DeMarco.
♪ It's customary in songs like this ♪
I make at least two junk connections...
What do you say we stick around and give him a tail?
Yeah, I know Popeye.
Right. I got him. He's heading north on East River Drive.
I suggest you locate the car immediately.
Get on the wall. Turn around. You-Turn around.
Brooklyn is loaded with guys...
Hold your fire!
- All right. He's walking towards Front Street. - Got him.
I don't know what you're talking about, man. I don't know...
Gimme a nickel. Come on. Come on!