Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- This guy has no respect. - He's a capo, Dwight.

I just don't wanna get in trouble.

These Church of God folks bless the shit out of you,

The "none of your fuckin' business"

Is it the age gap?

Well, because I was really hoping you'd buy me one.

Why do they call this place the Sooner State?

* Dance in front your mirror while you're home alone *

There's nothing left for me in New York.

* Penthouse, rooftop, birds I feedin' *

I didn't call you no gangster, I said a gangster gotta...

Okay, Tyson, I need you here

You remember my wife Marie?

Twenty-five years.

Well, you messed up,

Ain't no crew up in here, man.

[country music playing]

the fuck over there, Dwight?

whacking a guy, who I actually liked,

* I see you drivin' a sportscar, ain't hittin' the throttle *

But I'd be doing it in Oklahoma.

Nothing left for me here.

I've done for this family-- your family--

If I'd like to be a barber like him.

What's with this puss?

If you're just looking to get high, let me know.

in your mouth, and that's gonna be me--

I'm glad to be your Rubicon.

- How you doing? - Good.

You kick up five grand a week to start.

Well, you're no fun.

Hey, ain't nobody gonna talk to me like that

the black Navigator

- in my own damn cab-- - Hey, hey!

- Just a little bit. - Listen to my son.

Jesus Christ, I came here with some sense of honor.

he called me a crack dealer, threatened to call the police.

I just might tell you.