Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Man, fuck him.
Next is for us to get them dock boys back to thinking that we've gone away.
Shortfall in revenues. The governor's looking to limit bond issues.
-You in? -Am I in?
first of all, you happen to be white.
You sent him to Princeton to do whatever the fuck he wants.
You keep the murders, and my ass stays covered.
Slated to be the ship-runner on Talco Line's Esmeralda.
Let me tell you something. We're gonna get through all this, you hear me?
I swear to God, if he plays that goddamn song one more time...
but now, you're asking too much.
I just want one more year to finish what I started here.
No, funeral, you know?
It ain't.
and exactly what he needs to make Stan Valchek go away.
Tang with breakfast, Tang with lunch...
Kima, keep the eyeball until it clears the yard.
I seen it, but I didn't see it.
He trusts you, Carv. You got that trustworthy look.
-Russians? -Lot of girls. Pretty ones.
Let's get him into the ambulance.
-You been to your share, man, I know. -No doubt.
You're too pretty for the Fairfield Piers, darling.
Call him up, call him up
Except when he gets it home, it ain't cognac, it's Tang.
He knew that.
Jesus on the main line
Did that shirt to hurt me man
Like what?
-How much? -$1,500.
His name is Head. Dick Head.
Tell him what you want
Come on, asshole, what the fuck's wrong with you?
Keep it fucking moving.
I'm talking now.
Tell him what you want
That's what I fell in love with first.
Hell, yeah, this what I'm talking about.
you can work my package.
You call this lawyer?
That's a popular one.
He gonna find a way if he wants to.