Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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