Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's 1 2 in this, 15 in that.

whatever it is you know about where those bastards might be.

That's about $300,000 in man-hours we're holding here.

The guy lays down with gangsters, gets up with his throat cut.

Torso, abdomen, and they cut his throat to be sure.

these guys collect passports.

Damn, yo. The bomb is the bomb.

Now, we're a step back, sorry to say.

So you're saying we ain't up to it.

Let me show you the highlight reel.

Avon's father was plain evil, and the son ain't no better.

At Southeastern. A detective was there at the time.

Ambushed? ln his own goddamn room?

I ain't got enough of your good shit to last much past that.

they told me that whoever fucked that up...

One man, one vote.

All right, man.

Our people wait for him, but so do the police.

That's too cold, girl, damn.

Fuck it, then. Dump her.

Kiss my black cat's sister's ass.

Oh, unusual. You should've said so.

Double G was in charge of stolen shit.

You two should get on the road. Get up there before the offices close.

I seen his car was still there this morning.

Let him stew a while longer.

Making the most of it. I'm catching up on my reading at least.

Mouzone booked out, we worse off than when he came.

And also, after them girls died in the can...

-A dead end? -Yeah.

No doubt. You just need to hold tight till I get uptown.

And here's one of my morning favorites.

It's Tuesday Neil's off on Tuesday

I appreciate the offer, but that won't be necessary.

for as long as it takes you people to get the message. You hear me?

ready to give us everything, if we made the drug charges go away for you.

Either way, you ain't got to be asking him shit.

Yeah, he flipped.