Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I give you those people, I get my day.

(metallic chinking)

My family... hangin' by a thread.

Tell him it's red.

- What you doin' there? - How long?

' (horn) ' Mmm“!

- So what do you want? - I wanna visit my daughter.

No problem. Just step out of the truck, please.

Calvin, gimme somethin', please.

Two assholes talkin' shop.

Dealing with one lowlife Cl after another. It's enough to make you sick.

Dover's gun was holstered when they pulled him outta the car.

Come on, Junior, man. It's not my fault.

- What's up? - Rosie's gonna sit for Corinna, study here.

He had less than five per cent of his lung capacity.

What's shakin'?

I don't believe this shit.

You don't want my fuckin' money? Huh?

...who can testify that they had seen Agent Dover taking cocaine, repeatedly...

Are you a man of honour?

You don't like that tape?

You don't know who to fucking trust these days. Know what I mean?

I gotta go into the city tonight.

We can't stay in one place too long. It's not smart.

(drunk) What's gain' on'? Hey'.!

But all I've got on you is your word.

...do you think he'd do 40 years for you?

(repeated blasts of horn)

Nothin'. Listen, I don't think this is such a good idea.

Remove the fucking hand.

Don't you know you can't go around hittin' the police. Huh?

On the morning she died, what time did Bev go to work?

(Jimmy) Oh, Bev, no! Oh, no...

...try to sort out what's privileged and what's appropriate for discovery.

I wanna know how many other agents were involved.

- (Junior) Have some coke on me. - Jesus.

So it looks like Little Junior's movin' up in the world.

I want you to... We...

There is no way that you can tell me that you did not know the guy who got you into this.

- Sorry, Rosie. OK? - No big thing.

When'd you buy these? They're beautiful.

She called me from work, says Ronnie's drivin' her, but she never made it.

- 20 minutes. Don't be late. - Jimmy...

- So I'll get that wire off you. - I threw it away.

(guard) Number five!

(Jimmy) Oh, my God.

- (Junior) Fuck. - I ain't suicidal.

I had to eat everything with my fingers.

You know, Bev, there is another way you could get it up a little bit.

Let me handle this.

Gimme a dollar.

You fuck with the bull, you get the horns

You're not doin' shit. I'll go to the US attorney.

They'll be happy with a class two grand larceny.

The shot cop - you're getting charged with aggravated assault. You want air on this?

they sure as shit remember you.