Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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