Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Councilman, I assure you, these stats are not massaged.
Mondo Mart, Mondo Mart, Mondo Mart, Mondo Mart. We're fucked.
- Where then? - Go to a motel.
As for the numbers in the phone's speed dial...
It's a real pain in my ass, too.
All these ex-runners, ex-lookouts.
- I mean, anyone else saying it? - No, just me.
Jen?
Did Buddy have them on display to the left or the right of the cash register?
- You want a drink? - No, I don't do that neither.
I mean, he got to come out on his corners, that's how he make money, right?
Wait.
Turn the fucking world upside down...
And by the way, congratulations.
you're gonna turn everything we built to shit.
- Where's the fun in that? - Do you want this?
I'll be at Homicide.
You want to make a complaint to us that you were selling drugs...
Y'all want some slamming ice, go inside and tell my man Rafik sent you.
- I ain't gonna be late. - All right, then.
Yeah, his grandmoms.
- Twelve percent. - Cumulatively.
Shit, the courts? You know what they call it...
the condom distribution, the drug treatment intake?
No. The Chump brothers.
The man is trying something. It may be hard to stomach, but it's working.
You sure you want us on Marlo and Omar both?
So, you're back in the house, huh?
Oh, sure, that guy. Every two weeks for him.
We finna get back to old times, baby.
We're looking for a guy who came in here, ten or eleven days ago...
Northland tells me they sent it to their distribution center in Hagerstown.
Hey, yo, make her hair a little bit more straight.
That surveillance tape's so grainy now...
Make his ears stick up.
- "War", man, we past this bullshit. - Yeah, I forgot.
- As? - Auxiliary cops.
You're gonna need a little help with the cleanup.
And when I say I'm ready, you best believe it.
of a statistical variation from the mean in his monthly stats.
Been going to them co-op meetings with String. That's his cousin, Trina.
Reddies, son, two for one.
- Is that right? - I did do that.
- Why? - 'Cause I told you to.
You should lay back on this one.