Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, whoever it was, you're in the clear.

I'm talkin' $200, $300 kicks. When you want back in, you let me...

Come on, let's go.

What the fuck? You guys look like the Golton's fishermen.

You wanna dance with me?

There wasn't any make or model I couldn't pop the lock.

- You wanna get a dog? - Yeah.

Politics? What does that mean?

I've been takin' her to classes with me. She likes psych and economics.

Little Junior Brown.

It smells like soup!

I'm your guy, Junior. I'm here. There's no problem. Let's just do it.

Your balls shrivel to the size of chickpeas.

So whaddaya want?

And who the fuck are you? I don't know you. Where you from?

- You're OK. - (dancer) Joey, get this guy!

(Junior) You saw what! did to Omar?

You remember old Calvin Hart here, don't ya?

They don't know why. It just does.

- Ask him! - Yo. I got a '93 Infinity.

Can I see my daughter now?

Hey, you, come here. Corinna, do you know who I am?

What's one Junior Brown more or less...

- And how about Omar? You cut in Omar? - Him too.

...and that his behaviour in the last few months was bizarre and paranoid.

- Oh, yeah? Why's that? - Well, if you don't...

- 30. - Oh, fuck.

- Think we need to monitor her for cheating? - She cannot take any damn exams, Calvin.

I wanna do somethin' nice for you.

Come on! Whose chain you think you're yankin' here?

- Have some coke on me. - Jesus.

Oh, yeah? Well... we'll see about that.

(Ronnie) Closin' up! Out! Out!

- Not no more, huh? - Not no more.

That's three. There were four transporters.

- Bobby, what's the deal with this? - it needs an 80-amp alternator, 8417 belts.

Now when I see some shoes I want, I buy two pairs - 101/1 and 11.

- Where are we goin'? - Come on. I gotta go see somebody.

People come to me, say Jimmy, we need your help. Please help us. And I do.

Besides, the last I heard that tape got ate by the garbage monster.

Must got cash as long as train smoke cos he's Junior's biggest customer.

- I'm talkin' $300, $400 kicks. - I don't give a fuck about your shoes.

You killed him.

So if that means I need to deliver up this Junior Brown, I'll do that.

- Ronnie Gannon... - I never liked that kid.

I did everything I could for her.

Does that hurt?

Jimmy, I never asked you for nothin', man.

How can I prove self-defence...

Why... why are you here?

What the hell can I do with $150?

- You a cop? - No, man. I ain't no cop.

I wanna give you a car.

- We'll do all we can to keep you off the stand. - You really think I'm that stupid?

What did...? Honey!

- $150? - Yeah, every week, outta my own pocket.

So when you hook up with your scumbag pals, I want you to get 'em talkin' about Omar.

I got a third of my hearin' in this ear.

I am right here. Talk to me.