Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'd like a stiff one for myself and one for my counselor.

Come on, Jimmy. Lighten up.

Whatever I got comes straight.

Stop! Move away from the cookiejar.

You like fake tits? I can't decide.

It came, but it's nothing.

White DAC truck coming at you pulling a red can.

Another disappeared can just hit the chassis.

He needs a chaser.

I better call the Lieutenant, let him know we gotta set up on this.

Said it was either my job or him.

-What the hell are you wearing? -No one mentioned all the perks.

Christ, I wish we had a tap on the port office phone.

You want me to clear those bodies?

-So you're gonna send my picture-- -And your social security number.

Spiros will know what to do.

You'll be registered as Fuzzy Dunlop, a street name.

C-1-5-7-7-2-6-8.

Nadine would have them in a jar by the side of the bed...

Bernard, you're upsetting my partner, man. What are you doing?

God damn, you're a pussy-crazed motherfucker.

You said this case needed a drug connect for a wiretap, right?

Let me shorten this conversation for you: It's never gonna happen.

Tickle the wire like that.

are connected to the ones running the drugs...

-How many you ordered? -That'd be three.

Enter it on the computer, like any other.

-Pud, how we doing? -Slow as a white man in slippers.

-Diapers? -Disposables, yeah.

Or this kitchen here has been rigged the same way for 25 years.

Something to do with city police.

They bring the plague, for Christ's sake.

But it has to be the same for everyone: no work, no pay.

Go back to Rawls.

Check that can through straight up. You got it?