Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, man. You got the titles and shit?

To get my wallet.

Kilmaltin, report to the five building bypass.

You hangin' on, honey?

You had the murder tape, you had me.

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

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

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

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

But my old man?

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

John Amato. Call him Johnny A.

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

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

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

OK, slow down. Slow.

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

The car almost hit me, Daddy.

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

( car alarm stops )

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

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

We should have a conversation about life and shit.

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

(Calvin laughs)

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

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

Take the cuffs off him.

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

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

Whoa, a space ride!

(Jimmy) Oh, my God.

Keep your hands up.

Let's get outta here.

This is about Little Junior.

Hey, what's the what?

(seat-belt warning beeps)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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