Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jackson backed 12-17 into a hydrant on Halsted last night.

How many cars have you stolen?

Well, I should have told you a long time ago.

Lip, I'm sorry, okay? I'm a shit.

If they don't give up a name, Lip could do five years.

You better run, you bastard!

I was hoping for Korengal.

You figured out what you're gonna do to them yet?

You were supposed to be delivering it yourself.

And a handicapped placard to hang from the mirror of his mom's Civic.

The world turned on its axis and all of that.

...you can see them in court tomorrow. - Charged as an adult?

See anybody get shanked?

I haven't even checked my e-mails all day.

They have to tell the detectives who gave them the car and agree to testify.

Pour yourself some bubbly, V. We are celebrating the boys' big breakout.

You'll be what, 37, 38?

I think I might be in love with him.

You fucked the wrong guy's daughter, Gallagher!

- Okay, guys. Turn it off. - No, no, no. No means no.

Well, they gotta tell me who gave them that car.

Were you two even a couple?

You're still on my shit list.

It's me. Leave a message.

- Up to you. Turn yourself in. - What's the second choice?

She's right. My husband's public defender...