Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ziggy.
The answer is no.
-Have you been entertained by us before? -No, first time for me.
Bite me.
-we got a couple of hits. -Sobotka's your stated target, right?
I was just asking.
when he was in the bag.
-Sorry, no. Domestic issues at home. -Same for me.
Assumption number one is the people running the girls...
That look right to you?
Copy.
When we ran that phone number from that address...
-But more than one, I get sleepy. -Yeah, me, too.
-is you picked the wrong union. -That ain't the only difference.
Start typing. I'll call the judge.
This far over?
Come on, kid.
On the warehouse phone and on the trucker's cell phone, too.
Thus far, I'm undecided on fake tits.
Container ship on the Talco line, name of Caspia, docks tomorrow a.m.
It's all right. One more, please.
Damn.
Which, by the way, is more than I can say about your grandfather...
Bullshit. Come on, Nick.
Give me a couple beers, Dolores. Look at this.
I'd rather be back in Homicide.
If that's all you want, just go and ask Rawls.
When are you thinking of coming?
Thanks.
First I got this thing on my phone bill.
I'd march into hell for you, Lieutenant. You know that.
-Can I get a scrapple with that? -You can get anything you want.
-Yes? -It's Nick.
That's a good day. You guys going for a taste?
And I could use three more inches of meat. It ain't gonna happen.
It's why we get up in the morning, right?
Come past early tomorrow. I wanna get down the diner first thing.
-No offense to Stan Valchek. -Okay.
For one, I think my cell phone's being tapped.
Look, I feel you, but I still gotta let you go so....
I mean, if I'm not gonna....
among other traffickers on the East Side.
-Things are going great. -Ifyou need more, talk to Sergei.
"Flagged," what the fuck is that? What am l, special?