Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Porn-star movie fetish?

Well, we got a little announcement too.

Just that he's dead.

I need those MP-5s.

- Hey, sweetie. Yeah.

Take your laundry upstairs. Get it started.

Go someplace where people can take care of you?

...I see a drill, box cutters, a welding torch.

Uh... Sorry about your deputy.

- How's the campaign shaping up? - Not official yet.

You had something to say and you said it.

I can't see, but I'm guessing my hands are a nice shade of purple right now.

- You wanna take me home? - Sure.

If it were me, I'd pick up another ID.

I didn't tell Donna anything.

Um... I wanna do it too.

ain't you got nothin to say?

Yo, Elvis, you too.

Kind of a private-party kind of thing.

Mayans are locking down Lodi, setting up distribution for heroin.

Longer in the wind, more time it adds.

- I leave you girls alone for 10 minutes. - Any ideas here?

I was useless to her, Gemma.

- What's the matter, Trini? - Walking back from the depot...

I'm in the mood for some music. '80s.

The prospect was your guy?

Wayne, hey, got a second? I wanted to apologize.

Everyone's fine.

There's some cash here, but not that much.

Then we'd better work fast. They're making a run for the Irish.

I've come for the boy, Mo.

I went down every street, checked the mini mart, gas station. No sign of him.

You thinking of adding a little color to the ranks?