Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

One:
-What? -How long have you worked for me?
Maybe next lifetime.
| talk to you, they'll kill me.
But it wasn't enough.
...when.
I swear I'm telling the truth!
Who are his friends?
-Hey, Frank, is that that Candelaria? -Yeah, Manuel.
They tried to make me talk.
So if that's what "upset" means...
See you at home, son.
It was a big fire.
When did you speak to him?
-Howard, Quentin was gay. -You'd say anything.
It won't hurt at first.
But I'm trying to fix that.
He's not.
-That's hard to get. -Yeah.
-You're not doing drugs, are you? -Not right now.
Look at it. No, take a look.
-What's that date? -September 5th. Last Thursday.
Come on, Joanie.
This was the last one.
I did?
Why? Why are you killing--? Why are you kill--? Why...?
I asked you a question, fat man.
He's killing someone, and we're next.
Oh, I think I might.
Our neighbour is an artist.
But never in all my years have I seen it rain $100 bills.
Howard. Howard.
No, wait.
No, not vengeance.
You are not a nice person.
-Hey. -What happened? What's wrong?
He has first tee time five days a week at Tampa Springs.
God! Oh, my God!
-Give me a hand, fellas? -Yeah.
-Come on, Mom. You gotta see this. -What?
One went bad. And I get this, why?
Well, you can probably figure out which one Bumpo is.
...who transports it in Cigarette boats to his banks in Grand Cayman...
You should leave right now.
I met him in a hash bar in Amsterdam. He speaks Russian, German, Arabic.
Come on. I need your help.
Oh, my God, this weather.
You sell homegrown pot by the ounce, Micky, not by the barrel.
-Yes. -Then at 9:00, you called him...
It's me, Castle. Candelaria. I'll take care of you.
This has been a breaking news report.
The Wyndham Hotel. But Mrs. Saint was at the movies last Thursday.
-Morning. -Hey.
-Race you? -Yeah.
-Glass. -Quentin, those pictures of you...