Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You wanna dance with me?

(Ronnie) Closin' up! Out! Out!

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

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

I am right here. Talk to me.

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

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

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

Come on, let's go.

- 30. - Oh, fuck.

Little Junior Brown.

That's three. There were four transporters.

Why... why are you here?

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

(Junior) You saw what! did to Omar?

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

- You wanna get a dog? - Yeah.

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

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

I wanna do somethin' nice for you.

Does that hurt?

So whaddaya want?

You killed him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I wanna give you a car.

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

I did everything I could for her.

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

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

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

- 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?

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

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

- Have some coke on me. - Jesus.

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

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

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

Politics? What does that mean?

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

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

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

They don't know why. It just does.

Your balls shrivel to the size of chickpeas.

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

How can I prove self-defence...

It smells like soup!

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

What the hell can I do with $150?

What did...? Honey!

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.

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