Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Why do you smell like death and beer?

Some old-ass junkies trying to hit us again.

Ah, you can dock my pay or you can fire me.

I'll be at Patsy's in about 30 minutes.

Yeah... that... it was a total accident.

Move those feet, bitch!

I have my shit together, Mick!

Hey, you coming or not, Gallagher?

You owe me, Gallagher.

- Yeah, but wait... - We-we lost track of time.

- You? - You're faster.

No-no-no-no, uh, tell 'em to keep a slot open.

Yeah, I filled 'em with rock salt.

Where the matches?

Not our girls, just our bar.

Well, we actually signed them ourselves.

No, you can't hide that! Give it to me!

I want to see your plan.

- It hurts all over! Ow! - Okay, okay, you're...

Gia got kicked out for pulling a knife on some chick

Hey, what do you think you're doing, Frank?

Getting crowded.

Yeah, the DJ just left.

He is sweeter and kinder

And that will save you the grief from having to run that dump.

Oh, she can keep her lying Russian ass over that bar.

No sex in the apartment.

Well, we could just pack her stuff up and take it to her.

I am the owner of Alibi.

What, you think my life hasn't moved on

It's important to me.

Oh, yeah? Fire me for what, huh?

It's not about the money.

♪ What is this feeling ♪

If we get off with half, we're golden, Frankie.

or from the cabinet from now on.

Let me guess. Frank?

You can pick up your load while listening

try to reach you?

Eh, those aces hold like 75 to 100 grand.

V, are you even pulling from the right drawer?

You bought Wendell's Wash N Dry.

Well, it's not gonna be blues music,

I want every trace of her out of here.

No, I got it. I got it.

- Ian Gallagher? - Yeah?

Thanks. Now get out.