Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It ain't that part of it. It's that other thing.
I know, I know. Cost more than your first car, right?
You remember that shit, right?
"Sit on this house, transport this mope, wait for that one."
-You asked him who it was? -Yeah, I asked him.
Spiros was the main guy.
In which he makes it absolutely clear that it was a penny-cheap sucker punch...
You wanna tell Rawls?
-Fuck me. -What can I tell you, kiddo?
You know what, Bubs? You going to jail.
and you talking about jail and shit.
I'm gonna let your new people find me.
They're not killing people in West Baltimore these days?
And, of course, I'm not even Greek.
Everywhere we go these days, we seem to be walking into police.
Not by a fucking long shot!
I'd think you'd stay as far away from this hall as possible.
That wasn't shit. Boy got hit with a rat shot, that all.
you expect them to get the motherfucking job done.
When Sobotka comes in today, maybe he gives us a line on every last Greek.
Just came to make it clear...
You come to the bar without me?
One thing for sure, though, the man got to be got, you feel me?
It's just two crews beefing over a corner.
We got you, you understand?
So far, nothing but a driver's license in D.C.
then they probably dumped the body in that area, right?
If you wanna go nationwide, you'll be up over four dozen.
Spiros calls me after everybody's getting arrested, right?
These cases are more than that.
-Look, this isn't personal-- -Fucking-A, right.
You gotta call the US Attorney about witness protection.
The man didn't even know what I was saying.
Inform Mr. Barksdale that any obligation...
Get out of my fucking way!
-How much? -Five or six La-Z-Boys at a clip, to start.
Bring it off the docks, legitimate.
The man in the suit...
That and selling the drugs that you got from The Greek, too, right?
They ain't doing the dirt, though.
Man, we gonna get through this bullshit anyway.
He's dumped his Benz and our GPS device in the downtown garage.
We're putting people in jail with phone taps and typewriters.