Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You just have to initial each page and then sign at the end.
I'm just checking. This is the official record, right, chief?
No fucking way! We had a deal, motherfucker. A deal.
What do I have to do before this man raise up his gun again?
What the fuck, Frank?
I'll give you two dimes for $15, plus the ice on top for free. What?
I got you the S series in the colors that you wanted.
For Christ's sake, we ain't got all night. Jesus!
I don't see it.
But I want one thing on record.
With a search warrant...
He's locked up. He's fucking charged with murder.
tell Moe man we need about 700, 800 more of them dimes, all right?
But still, if he's changing up on his cell phone....
George Glekas, who runs the appliance store over in Highlandtown...
We're giving them 221, 734, and Saratoga.
took a go at Brother Mouzone, and ain't lived to say shit about it.
Several phones, several addresses.
But now, say something comes up.
Now you know malaka with dress.
We're on the Boss.
-You said-- -Get your narrow ass back to the district...
'Cause if Omar is living his day-to-day in the street...
-There was the wingtips. -And the beady eyes. Definite giveaway.
Lt. Daniels? Agents Settles and Mason.
Ain't no thing.
Without that billboard in my face, I wouldn't have known.
First off, ain't nobody running up in them projects.
-And sure enough.... -Major?
I.B.S.?
A little something for a rainy day.
What the fuck is up now? String, what's up, man?
All right.
It's sprawled. Now the Bureau's involved. We're looking hard at the port unions.
$25, two dimes and a coke kicker.
Christ.
-We could help you set it up. -You have a surveillance to cover?
you can get two months of text messages.
Bitch, everything I say you hear backwards
Omar being Omar.
But this shit right here, it don't make no sense.
But you ain't gonna use my people to fuck me.
You wanna make a phone call to someone?
No, it's more descriptive like that. It's good. Thanks.
-Leaves the boy to bleed. -For what?
Somebody gets hurt, there's a reason. Not like this foolishness we got today.
Later, Butch.
You don't know? You're supposed to. You're his fucking cousin!