Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't worry, kid, you're still on the clock.
It ain't on you. I would tell you if it was.
All summer long, that shit was all the Hare kids drank.
But I'm also talking about the canal. So you're gonna talk about the canal...
Slap on a hard hat, pick up a clipboard.
Since he didn't want his sons to push the goddamn thing...
They're looking at the dock boys for other shit, drugs mostly.
You make a show of it?
Smuggle what?
Dolores, can I use the bar phone?
Talk is good, Frank. Talk is a start.
But steady. You know, we can count on it.
Sorry, Colonel.
But seeing as you're sworn officers, the police discount drops it to $1,250.
We're just gonna use it for a couple days, get what we need, and bring it back.
Rotterdam now works 350 million tons of cargo annually...
and I want to have the package right for once.
First day of work was the same day...
What did Frog say?
Jesus on the main line
and I'm out from under with Burrell.
Ain't exactly talking out of turn when I say...
you got to ask yourself how you want to live your day-to-day.
Respecting the fact that you're known to have a way with your words...
You knew last year, when we gave you the votes...
Look, man, fuck it, all right? Just....
. .
the Muldoons who run the old line state are gonna talk about it...
I mean, we spooked them right good with that grand jury shit.
What if they're not sneaking anything off this time? What then?
Sixth floor, all of them.
I'll be goddamned.
And Daniels listens when you talk.
-Nice. -Nice, right?
Over at The Cut, strung himself up.
-We can pay. -How?
-Snug. -As a bug.
And there's some woman I've seen go into the back room.
Hung himself.
Because of terrorism, I guess.