Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, actually, your ma makes a good breakfast.
Yo, that be the exit. Take that shit.
Thought you did that. You're the Forfeiture Unit, right?
If the bosses, I mean, if command had let that case go forward.
When your brick brain gonna realize there's more to this...
You're killing me here, Ziggy. You are fucking killing me.
What's the matter? You don't like being called Boris?
Taking their time, ain't they?
We'll hook her real good. We'll tow her slowly over to the pier.
We ordered up a window for where you renovated the nave.
We don't take a shot, we might as well roll over and die right now.
No, it's cool. He's cool.
What's the location, Citywide?
-It's the same difference, though. -No, you're wrong.
Three-and-a-half inches of hard blue steel.
For Christ's sake, will you just get in the car already?
They here.
Yo, man, cut that shit the fuck out.
I swear to God, Ziggy. You open your mouth, I'll fucking kill you.
Maybe you talk to Frank.
you gonna come back with nothing but your little shriveled-ass dick in your hand.
You fished her out east of the bridge. That's Baltimore County. She's their stat.
He say he holds about 30-something, but I know that ain't right.
You fished them out east of the bridge. That's Baltimore County. That's their stat.
and because he has City Hall's ear...
'Cause them old fucks done unloaded so much bullshit...
What ship?
Roland.
-It's either in Bay 7, or-- -Bay 7 is empty, man.
I'm telling you, I didn't even wanna be a police anymore.
So, you feel me? The shit ain't right.
I mean, three years in auto theft and I didn't learn anything.
You taking doors?
The Germans are hard-headed, but you can't beat them for craft.
Every night with these old fucks. It's like 1952 and shit.
-The rectory? -The upstairs hallway.
Who?
-Who? -Tank, Country.
-Where's Sergei? -He's parked at the end of the lot.
How long since your last confession?
Have fun.
I gotta clean in there, and I ain't gonna do it around his carcass.
So I was thinking, you know, narcotics, maybe.