Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Let me know, all right?

Concentrate on the words.

Oh, come on, Junior. Don't make me do that.

Clean up their own back yard.

- How's she doin'? - You know, she misses you.

(Junior laughs)

But don't push, all right? And don't initiate nothin', all right?

I remember after your mom died. You remember?

- Hi. - What happened to your face?

What kinda car you like to drive?

Bought everything on the sheet, bag of nines, gain' for a dozen Macs over the weekend.

Whoa. Junior, I'm your man. It's gonna happen.

We'd jeopardise agents still in the field.

Yeah, but I gotta go to Albany tomorrow. I gotta check out that body shop.

I wanna know if Agent Dover had assassination clearance.

What's wrong with you?!

Astro Jewellers? That was four years ago.

I think it's a little late in the game, no?

And you can tell the state prosecutor the same thing!

I also hear you've been a pretty good guy. That's great.

There was a guy from the DMV there. I couldn't get his name.

Since you went away, man, we got big, man. No more smash-and-grab bullshit.

- You givin' her the money? - Yeah. $400 a week like you said.

- How the hell did you walk on that? - Shit happens.

Macs? Yeah, man. I'll take Macs. Yeah.

Don't touch him!

You know you're being charged with felony murders?

Mr Kilmaltin. We meet again.

You should give yourself an acronym. Cos it helps you visualise your goals.

Maybe the next time you lay a hand on me it won't be such a one-way beatin'.

A possession of stolen property rap?

- I can't do that, Judge. - What d'you mean? I'm ordering you to.

What do you want? Early parole?

What do you mean? Like, in addition?

Number three to base. I don't have Corinna.

Between me and Bev's mom, she's doth' better than you think.

OK. Go to Grandma.

...with shoot-first clearance.

Cos it was a funny thing.

He must be new. The Philadelphia PD ain't got no jacket on him yet.

(Calvin) Jimmy. Over here.

- Fuckin' thing snapped. - We ain't got no more? OK, I'll buy some.

Come on, you faggot. 27.

I didn't know the fourth driver. I never saw him before.

You're welcome.

A vodka straight. For her, whatever.

Let's go. Let me get this.

They're about the same age an' all. Her and Corinna.

Got ate by the garbage monster

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

I want an inventory of all guns, drugs and cars acquired in New York.

Ready, honey? Here we go.

You arrogant prick!

He sure as shit remembers you.

Did you ever hear of an asshole by the name of Little Junior Brown?

You know what your problem is? You're a liberal.

...the difficult becomes the repulsively impossible.

- Who the fuck is this? - He's cool. He's my people.

It's like Tijuana out here.