Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Hey, Rusty. How you doing? -Hey, Jem. What's up? How are you?
The good news for me is I bet you know something about it.
I heard a bread truck got dropped.
-What happened to 8:45? -Late is what happened.
You ever buy from this clown before?
Did you say your name was Jim or Jem?
All right. Get me an umbrella for my beer.
-Hi, how you doing? - Good. How are you?
- Fuck! - What'd you do?
Then I came to terms with the fact that doesn't really matter, you know?
Call it a night.
I'll see you at home. It was nice to meet you.
THIS IS THE NOT MESSING AROUND CREW
-Looking good. -All right.
That's the boat. Right there.
Big takedown robbery.
Let's go, we're done.
Doug.
- What the fuck? - That's a bitch, ain't it?
See my face?
Cambridge Merchants. Wait, that's the one that just got robbed, isn't it?
Hey, Fergie.
He was little. He had lymphoma.
Okay.
Kills all the clothing fiber, so we can't get a match.
I'm a friend of this loser right here.
Or...
Is this where you take all the girls?
- Hello. - Front door.
I told you, I made the Avalanche.
Same song, got into OxyContin.
The priest says, Yeah, how's that?
What do you think I should do?
They just think it's a rebound.
Desmond Elden.
It's gonna take us an hour to get over the Portagee Slide.
- Boom. - Sober Jackson.
Now it's time for the fun part.
As a kickball pitcher since they haven't been able to afford any ice for the rink.
What's the matter? Let me see that.
Looked for who?
- Take off your fucking shoes! - Take off your shoes.
And she ain't it.
So now on really sunny days I always think of someone dying.
Po Po Po Po Power with Bearglove
Take off your fucking shoes!
Lives in the same house, dated Coughlin's sister...
This shit with the Florist is getting old, man.
...but I waited nine years in Walpole for you, motherfucker.
Is there anything you can identify about the men? Anything you'd testify to?
-So where does the word come from? -Uh ....
You're the reason we're having this conversation.
Fuck.
Huh?
He looked at me standing there in the doorway in my Underoos.
Stopped on the way to light a couple house tires...
Ms. Keesey. Special Agent Adam Frawley, Violent Crimes and Robbery.
...and, you know, no sense in their heads.
what i'm drafting in the RW TV Draft Miami CSI and New York CSI... and Bones
I volunteer at the Boys & Girls Club in Charlestown--
-Everybody on the floor. - Slide your BlackBerrys up.
Bleached the entire place for DNA.
Do you need help?
The big houses they had in Holbrook or Winthrop.
My friends were really like my family.
Have a Happy Father’s Day, Dan….on this side or the other
For Ma.
...Artie cracks The Herald, and he don't look up till the guy gets back.
Now, God didn't come.
Now that's how you drive a f@#kin car!!
...who thinks he's, you know, got it all figured out.
We were leaving, you motherfucker! You fuck!
Of what?
No.
No.
Can't play them games at Vericom because it's a public company.
Only as strong as the guy with the key.