Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Are we taking hostages now? -No, we're not taking
Dear god it’s the Cro Draft Awards
And 50 hands on a bible saying they never saw nothing.
All of them, I watch.
They throw Tom Fitz off the roof of Mishawum for cooperating...
Four men took it over and opened the safe.
They blindfolded me and drove me around.
Put that fucking gun down now. I got you, motherfucker.
-All right, here. - All right. Looks good to me, baby.
-Nice to meet you. -Sit down, sit down, relax. All right?
That hurts, right? Fucking piece of shit.
Let's go!
-Fucking punks laid the guy out. -Oh, yeah?
Whose car are we gonna take to the bah in Hoboken?
...to walk until I felt the water on my toes.
That's wrong, isn't it?
I'm grateful to be here today.
No one needs to get hurt.
What?
Fuck.
We smoked it to the filter, right?
...you get classed out over to Norfolk, Dad.
Right before he's about to throw it all away.
5'10 220, 52 years old.
He wears the vest on the outside, tucks his pants into his fucking combat boots.
Ms. Keesey, it's Agent Frawley. I have follow-up questions about your case.
Took a guess. I mean, it just seemed like a toonie car.
I Know You See Me Looking At You When You Already Know I Wanna Die In Hell You Already Know I Wanna Die In Hell You Already Know
- All set? -Yes,
This Is The Not Fuckin Around Crew
I break rocks. Punch a ticket at the end of the day...
You walk into Lewisburg, there's a hundred townies in there.
Yeah. Juice.
Probably too busy working.
What the fuck you doing here? Huh?
- You heard what happened? -Huh?
Most of these guys got no-show jobs. Take down a truck...
Minimum federal sentencing, 10 years.
Yeah, well, I represent Marblehead's poor.
Marcus showing concern Me:
...you know them Dominican kids always starting trouble on Medford Street?
...en route to the north end of the bridge.
whose car we gonna take?
A few days ago my bank was robbed.
Not you. You. Get up. Let's go. Come on.
Found the van, Torched.
Go to the fucking switch!
-Smart? -Yeah.
Hit the engine block!
Hands where I can see them.
Used the van to screen the door.
This is the not fucking around crew
All right, now getaway from the counter!
It's a good thing you're here.
Whatever. I don't know.
Started making trouble, fighting with guys.
It was one of those Fighting Irish tattoos.
Marty MacGuire, Cummins Armored courier:
What would we do without Chelsea?
This is the not fucking around crew
No, my father finally made it out to the suburbs,
- Not bad, right? -Good friends to have.
All right.
Makes $110 a day. Carries a SIG 9.
...like the guy who found our dog.
Gonna give him the opportunity to walk soot-free if he gives up his friends.
Tell me you got a move here
A rebound from what, the robbery?
Peopling pick’s from you?
The FBI are just people like anyone else.
It's gonna be okay.