Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, well, well, if it isn't Barnacle Bill, the sailor.

-You want some coffee, pie? -No, I'm good.

-I'm out of here. -Yeah, I'll see you.

You know what he says?

Nat, listen to me. If we--

And then when you make the deal, there's no runner, no bullshit.

and my old wooden leg, and my old wooden shovel...

-I need some face time with the Senator. -Barbara?

He knows no one came close to rolling over us...

Fucking guy. He loses his job and he couldn't care less.

And your man Omar, who's in the wind.

-We could be here all night. -Right again.

Come on, man. I ain't gonna fuck it up for you.

Well, I'm Greek anyway.

Well, well, well, if it isn’t Barnacle Bill, the sailor.

You embarrassed yourself, Zig.

How about the mileage?

So far they on it.

-Ain't the same up there without your ass. -No?

-What's up? -How you doing?

Boris Badanoff. I know you from around the way, right?

You fucking embarrassed me in there, man.

Yo, the shit ain't there, man. Call your man and say so.

you're gonna make Sergeant.

it means we all work. Your people, my people.

Well, well, well, if it isn't Diabolical Bill, the sailor.

-I said check it again, God damn it! -Whoa, chill.

-What's she look like? -What do you mean?

I'm gonna find it for you. Just shut the fuck up a minute.

than just thumpin' on niggers?

What's the first thing a guy from Local 47 does after he gets laid?

A memorial. Let me see that.

-And the day you get out this motherfucker. -That's right.

Claude, looks like they're gonna need a pull.

See you guys later.

-Who's your friend? -This is Zig, my uncle's kid.

You big, nasty detective. Come here.

No, you're three-tenths of a mile long, dawg.

"I brought the drugs. Did you bring the money?"

I don't like it sitting out in the open that long.

If you were a guy, your friends would buy you a beer and let you know.

Still on parole. He said, "fuck that." Straight back in the mix.

I wouldn't wanna cut it short for a little engine trouble.

-They holding to it? -So far.

I don't need you to tell me how bad things are at the docks.

He said it was fine if you wanted to hit him, too.

And what's more...

You want to mix it up a little more.

And I wasn't trying to hear no radio up in that bitch.

Bring out pretty boy.

You know, I get the feeling that you're blaming us...