Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's that bullshit, man.
I'm still on this second can, but it doesn't make sense.
-You ain't getting behind the wheel, right? -There's a cab picking me up.
Long day.
-Marine unit, Diggins. -I'm looking for McNulty.
Can I get a scrapple with that?
What is wrong with you, man?
You gonna get a car, you're gonna need some jack.
None of my business, I know, but did he die or something?
How's that for your kid brother?
We brought back very significant information...
S-O-B-O-T-K-A.
Good call.
Anyway, he's cooking his own dinner now.
Same truck as carried the girls, same mope driving.
If someone's watching, show them we have nothing to hide.
The next can after it, make that one disappear.
Yes, Your Honor.
Left us.
Take him, Zig. Now's the time.
I'm looking you in the eye, Gus. I'm telling you, I'm not driving a car tonight.
Now he's dumping it.
How much for this one, Mr. Diz?
Fuck you! I'll play the game for myself.
Heard them complaining about it on the wire. Somebody fucked up.
He turned us onto the Sobotka kid, Lieutenant.
What about with you and your wife? What happened?
God damn it!
Picked up, moved south.
If I'm going nuts, I'll calm down tomorrow. We'll slip the hot can off the pier.
Have a seat.