Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

... am I likely to find less crime, or more incidents...
Bugging about every dime you spend...
I like your eyes. They're like cat eyes.
- Where? - In the shoulder.
I don't know which one. I'll tell you when I see you.
starting with you, killer!
Ate some shit and she took me back, yeah.
When you tell me what's really important to you, I believe.
Get us a real bed. Take some time with it.
- It's me. - Hey. How you, Cat Eyes?
Sometimes you still scare me, you know that?
- For real? - Yeah.
- What is it, man? - Avon's been hit.
- Are you that people? - One of them, maybe.
crowd him at the counter, boost all the car and gun magazines.
See you then.
Lighters, pipes, matches. Pipes, lighters.
Can't you ever get a fucking police around here when you need one?
No offense, but can you just get the eight-ball?
You know what the difference is between me and you?
We just want to please the Mayor, not go to jail behind this shit.
Y'all are friends. You're like brothers.
One here, two there. No wholesale purchases.
Hang on.
Alright, alright. Just being social.
And the eyes... He had little beany eyes.
No, not now. But, I mean, once upon a time...
Maybe a couple of Trac phones. Week or so back. Black guy most likely.
It's beautiful.
What's up? Taking care of business, String?
and talked your son out of a deal.
I don't know.
in saying that this administration has passed the buck time and again...
He do look natural.
That's her work number. You know where she working at nowadays?
- Ring Dings? - A joke.
I would like to know exactly what it is that Major Colvin...
They're expecting us to hit back wild.
D'Angelo's mother.
It's so tiny. No mere mortal can...
Check out these knuckleheads on the Make-A-Face.
Oh, that. Hey...