Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...and your confidential informant's a witness!

My guy claims that Agent Dover - Omar - made a move for it without provocation.

You hangin' on, honey?

At least your wife, she went out fast, right?

Listen to the part where he says You saw what I did to Omar.

♪ Before they go knockin' on their neighbour's door

There it is. There. The Lexus, right there.

- (Omar) What the fuck y'all want? - (gunshot)

- Wait a second. Wait. - Let's go.

We never swung the hammer on you for the Astro job.

Whoa, a space ride!

- How you doin', Rosie? - Hi, Jimmy.

I am not goin' back to that. I am not rattin' on anybody else.

What was she doin' in your car at eight in the morning, Ronnie?

- There was a time, though, right? - Right.

We should have a conversation about life and shit.

( car alarm stops )

I sent her from the shop to get somethin' from my house.

(Jimmy) Oh, my God.

Keep your hands up.

But my old man?

Come on, Bev. I mean, I owe him. I owe him big time, all right?

(seat-belt warning beeps)

I got eight cars on a carrier. Boat's leavin' in 90 minutes and no driver. I need your help.

But if I take a hit of this, most times I'm OK.

I mean, if that could be me in there...

John Amato. Call him Johnny A.

Take the cuffs off him.

Let's get outta here.

Kilmaltin, report to the five building bypass.

Hey, what's the what?

It's like letters that stand for things. You know, like FBI, TGIF. You understand?

OK, slow down. Slow.

- Serve two? - Look, you gotta take the hit.

(Ronnie) Come on, man. I'm dyin' over here. Let's go!

- Why don't you backtrack and ask there? - OK, thank you.

You had the murder tape, you had me.

To get my wallet.

The car almost hit me, Daddy.

Yeah, man. You got the titles and shit?

Get the indictment on me. Look, all I got to say to you...

This is about Little Junior.

Walk over there and ask him if he wants a Rolls.

You know what I hate more than anything? I hate the taste of metal in my mouth.

(Calvin laughs)