Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What do you do, Mr... - I'm on the board at Legg Mason.
- We got that Rockefeller over here. - Yo.
Share and share alike.
I want to salvage what's still worth salvaging in my district.
Now, I appreciate smart...
You know I could argue the other side.
Motherfucker, you scared the shit out of us coming up like that.
- Been hearing about that. - You been hearing about that?
Come over here and put some pumpkin balls in this shotgun, man. Kimmy!
You wait. You wait till you ain't a pup no more.
Man made a date, got to keep.
Either that or I'm a cop in the city. I keep forgetting.
You keep going at him like that...
offering them a place to sell drugs in peace, and do they even fucking listen?
Okay.
- Dennis, is it? - Cutty works for me.
- No, baby, but that can happen. - We ain't met, excuse me.
All right. You looking fit.
once all the federal redevelopment money lands.
Yo, Slim. You see them two niggas right there?
sell them shirts on the corner. I'll make my nut coming and going.
- Just till I find something a little bit better. - Yeah, huh?
Oh, man.
WMD. Right here.
- I'm coming to you with this, straight up. - Agreed.
Charlie's right, boss.
Yeah, I mean we're making so much straight money, man...
But I swear to God, come Monday...
and y'all holding all this.
- Y'all saved my ass, though. - You tell him about your boy Marlo?
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I say we get the troops and fuck these assholes up.
You are my DEU, Sergeant, right? I need a list of names.
Mr. Bell has become the bank.
WMD, right here. Right here.
Bring as many as you can down to the Vincent Street area by the end of the shift.
Nothing personal against you, Chief...
That's the good part.
- We brothers, B. - Always, baby.
You gonna help or what, boy?
- What do you get out of this? - That's a fair question.
Don't use your wagons.
You gotta go.
This pretty boy, I broke his ass in.
They took us down to the bottom of Vincent Street...
Stringer's out of the game?
George. I'm looking at a sprinkling of rap sheets here.
Sure was, man, you was out hunting on a AK-47...
Got to say I'm proud of y'all for putting aside petty grievances...
- So how do you find the school? - It's good.
- Gave the other one to him. - You know, his and hers, like.
Now, middle-management means that you have just enough responsibility...
With all the street work, ain't nobody left doing the high-end drug stuff.
Ain't no rules with dope fiends.
Mrs. Holley's science class. Box lunches. Taste like shit.
Excuse me, miss.