Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

His wings are clipped.
Up to a point.
-What? -Ask for Eve.
This is a nephew, and from the look of it...
Two. Boys.
But the truck already left. You won't make it.
Is that the man?
Let's see your license.
I got things happening right now. Things with my union. Right now!
He went to ground at an appliance store off Eastern.
-What, you short a car? -Need new brake pads.
So, you guys going for a wiretap on that port case?
Yeah? You're kidding me.
Take that one over there.
right after he picked it up.
No, the building's too nice for room and board.
But when we checked it against the cell phone of our friend, Sergei...
-Hi, may I help you? -Yeah, let me talk to Eve.
Pleasure boats, topless women.
All of a sudden, the phone company don't care if I pay my bills anymore.
-Broken seal? -Hey, Frank.
So, you about ready to go?
The van has too much profile on it right now.
or I'm as big a fool as Col. Rawls thinks I am.
Hey, y'all, they coming.
can wear whatever the fuck he damn well pleases.
I gotta spring the sitter. But for a ride home, I'll go for a quick beer.
Bob, I'm very disappointed in you. Wanna go home, Bob?
the same people who own the drug warehouse.
-Yeah? -She's detailed.