Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I ain't never left Baltimore except that Boys' Village shit one day.
Let me give your little boo-boo a kiss.
Spring, huh?
I ain't blind.
-Sergei. -Yeah, whatever.
-My foot? -You know, the way you kicked that tire jack.
Your father says the Talco Line is in today.
I should meet these guys. If I meet these guys...
Who gonna believe us? This shit is missing.
How are you tonight? Good to see you.
We could use another window on the second floor of the rectory.
-Shit. -Yeah.
Well, well, well, if it isn't Diabolical Bill, the sailor.
that could further complicate the situation.
.
What the hell is going on?
Well, well, well. If it isn't Barnacle Bill, the sailor.
-You sold them on that? -Rawls did.
you helped take some of the stink off yourself.
-It's fucking girls, man. Young ones. -There's a dozen of them.
-You're a housecat now? -I made a promise.
You never heard a station outside of Baltimore?
Ain’t never gonna be what it was.
You're in the shipping channel.
You gotta step up, Herc. You don't have me or Carver to lean on here.
Go home and fuck their wives till breakfast. There was some heroes back then.
First thing you think to do is fuck a nigger up.
Bruising on three fingers? We saw that as soon as we picked her up.
Yo, the shit is always up in the door, man.
Now that you are my client, Mr. Bell...
$1000 for the doctor.
-I did just like you told me. -Wrote down the mileage?
-You're the Captain? -Yeah.
Damn!
Talking trash about 1514.
Y'all had people following us.
-Ain't never gonna be what it was. -No, indeed.
We already had our fun. Dumping her on Baltimore County.
I checked the computer. It's Bay 9, Cell 1 1 . It's right on the bottom.
Everybody's going home to sauerkraut and Santy Claus...
The old tub is listing. Can you feel her?
Damn, Frank.
Better, actually.
It was just me...
You go down to Annapolis asking for the goddamn canal...
A little to the right!
Whale, if it isn't Barnacle Bill, the sailor.