Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I used to put my head to the stereo speaker and play that record over and over.
-How often you all changing the stash? -Every night since we got jacked.
You worried about being seen?
Worse comes to worse, Pearlman goes to her bosses.
Fuck you, fat man.
When you go to bed, hold it to your ear.
In this state, it's a thin line between campaign posters...
Hey, Dee.
a funeral parlor.
Murder stay murder.
the velvet backdrop...
New Orleans?
I'd love to crack this here crib.
Shame to say, though. Lack of pussy will change even a good man's demeanor.
-One of you should go in. -Is she in trouble?
Bird sure know how to bring it out in people, don't he?
Says he's too stupid to throw it off.
with ongoing treatment.
-No. -What the fuck?
Sanny.
I thought we were friends.
And the last part is something about how he's gonna start up...
Blow the wiretap by charging some weak-sister murders.
We do an even split on what comes back.
One copy to the court, one to the State's Attorney?
than what you brought in.
Y'all get the fuck away from him. That man ain't did nothing to nobody.
Hello, Officer.
-Anything else you need? -What, from you?
It happened like you said...
I don't care who you are...
Where's my lawyer at?
Yes, I do. Nice to see you.
Stash-finding motherfuckers popped the package from nowhere.
Stringer gonna come down there, he gonna run through the changes.
Come on, Jimmy.
here's the hard part, for an asshole like yourself:
Let me understand.
Now, if I was hunting Mr. Bird...