Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-What are you looking for? -Can't find the fucking bills.
What's on your mind?
Worry about yourself.
No, fuck you, Maui!
-Yeah, it's me. -Niko, things okay?
Damn, junior, you had a night.
-Sure. -Be right back. I just gotta make a call.
-What's Kima rolling as? -Gas and electric.
You didn't say nothing about no bats. All right.
Sash installation.
Which supports surveillance of known dealers coming and leaving the warehouse.
It's Daniels...
-You're standing on my real estate. -Mine now.
I may not be able to see through all the bullshit in here...
What's missing?
It's bullshit.
What about the passenger?
License and registration, please. You were doing 24 mph in a 20 mph zone.
Where is it now?
You mean, you greased it.
1 2-14, Kima.
I say, look at this.
It's a hell of a thing to take a downtown police and lose him in a cross-town world.
Goodbye.
-That floater showing up in your dreams? -No, it's not just her.
I was wondering about the La-Z-Boy chairs I ordered. They come in yet?
You should see what your boy tried to pull today.
Now what have you got for exhaustion?
or they're being shuttled in by someone who does.
Godspeed, Bob.
Bad advice! You motherfuckers gave me bad advice!
The fact is, they even called the boss man about it.
What's your name?
We ID'd him from the contract on the DAC truck rental.
-I hear Charles lost his leg. -What?