Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look at Granny Cooley Now She's a Diabetic & a Drunk from drinking up all the Kool-Aid & Barcadi

Where y'all at?

I don't know a fucking thing...

Easy now. Hole only needs to be as big as your finger.

Don't let me find y'all.

There's no crime here.

String, where the fuck is Wallace?

-Thanks. -Yeah.

Come on, a real man would stay with his people...

Don't say your name or nothing.

Fucking Carver...

Y'all can still holler 5-0, right?

This business with Mr. Price, this is a misunderstanding...

but maybe Barksdale has fronts we don't know about.

-Stand up straight! -That's us, man.

Cool. There you go.

Snatched that $10 out my purse without asking.

will speak volumes for you.

Aside from that, you're doing what?

Ain't no re-up in the towers, neither?

What the fuck has that got to do with anything?

All right, come on, go. Something to eat?

Savino know it ain't nothing but an Arm and Hammer charge.

You wanna pull Avon in on half a case? You go ahead.

-Remember me? -Lawyer.

Where varolz at string?

-What you doing down in the PJ's, you lost? -I'm looking for you.

Think it through.

But now we got that woman in there, that good police...

You lost your spot when you bucked town, dawg.

Ain't none of y'all ever been in the military?

So what are we gonna do, man, go have some fun?

They got her stabilized is all I know.

Just charge Barksdale with the attempt purchase...

have him explain that whole profiling thing to you?

All right, soldier.

there's 24 stairs, about a foot each.

I don't know where from, man, one of those places by the airport.

where the fuck is daily so close?

The one that was at the Greek's that night.

Freamon, Pryzbylewski.

We're trying for an address on his mother.

You a weak-ass nigger, man.

All right, when I find y'all, y'all gonna get it.

You believe that?

And you know what? Burrell, Rawls, and them, they were right.

-So she can still hurt you, right? -Yeah.

We took him to the shore Friday and the plan was to bring him back up...

-on the Monday for the grand jury. -And what happened?

Banded, manicured bills

Start with Orlando, if Orlando rolled.

Eighteen, baby!