Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Stay! - I don't know that nigga, not no more.
Johann Gambolputty
Done deal.
Fucking haves and the should not haves, motherfucker.
and you telling me about all the problems. That color thing.
If he threatened her, I can take care of that.
We would just to go without eatin'
and I got a call like he said I would.
Yo, yo, give me Peoples, man.
Thank you, man. That means a lot coming from you.
Paul, talk to him. Thank you.
Come on you bitch bastard
Bye.
what kind of cake you had?
- You mean jump bail again. - No doubt.
My lawyer says that's why I got bail...
Anybody see you?
Paraphernalia. Nothing.
This shit's too tight, yo!
The truth is, Walter, we can't find her.
You mean you forgot already?
Blood.
Hey, how you like me now?
Yeah, cat. Yo, say, Shaft, I been thinking, yo.
Let's roll, Soul.
Home sweet home?
What's my fukkin name? I don't know nigga!
- Keep walking. Yeah. - Fake-ass cops.
You been around the world, right?
Yes!
I like him.
Well, I guess you just got to earn it back.
Come on, Shaft. Lead us to the prize, baby.
Fuck with the bull...
Ill take it from here, you dont worry about, you puerco sucio.
Racist Asshole
Everybody on fucking drugs! Nothing but money, man!
- John Shaft. - Carmen Vasquez. Welcome to Narcotics.
Get the fuck out of the road!
Now Peoples is probably paying them to find Diane.
With you I split it down the middle, 50-50.
Yo!
in this detective game y'all got going on over here, you know what I mean?
I don't think so, running man.
You're a two-bit, three-block dope dealer. Stick to what you know.
Come on, you bitch bastard.
- Give that back to me, man. - It worked out great.
Thank you. You can go and check on your friend now.
Bye.
How you gonna get me into the police academy...
Hey, back up, son! Back up, son!
The deal is, my life is fucked, man.
- Hey. Come on. - Get in the car.
Don't smoke. Thanks.
Well, how good is good?
- Congratulations. - Thank you.
This is Detective Vasquez. She's...
You know how I hold it behind the wheel. They can't fuck with me.
- We just wanna talk to her. - Yeah, sure, with those guns. Get lost.
Mikey, get your brother and get over here now.
Bail is set at $200,000.
I gotta do a favor for my man real quick.
Four-bedroom colonial, right on the water.
Michael Cohen and Paul Manafort POTUS?
Oh, fuck, man!
- Forty thousand? - That's what I said.
What, are you nuts? Think.
- Wanna back me up? - Back you up?
Tiger Wood, I like him.
That why you always wanna fuck me?
- How you doing? - Hey.
- I saw Shaft. He drove off. - Shaft?