Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Said it was either my job or him.

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

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

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

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

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

You want me to clear those bodies?

Go back to Rawls.

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

He needs a chaser.

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

They bring the plague, for Christ's sake.

-Diapers? -Disposables, yeah.

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

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

Whatever I got comes straight.

Stop! Move away from the cookiejar.

Enter it on the computer, like any other.

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

Come on, Jimmy. Lighten up.

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

It came, but it's nothing.

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

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

Spiros will know what to do.

You like fake tits? I can't decide.

Tickle the wire like that.

White DAC truck coming at you pulling a red can.

Something to do with city police.

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

Check that can through straight up. You got it?

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

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

are connected to the ones running the drugs...

Another disappeared can just hit the chassis.