Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You never gonna see another grain ship here in Bawlmer, my friends.

I leave, I gotta tell my Sergeant.

And you decide to change the pattern.

we can figure out ways to do business. You know what I'm saying?

10-4, we're responding.

-Party boat? -Pretty one, yeah.

Okay, I understand.

-Nicky boy, you working today? -As a lasher for Big Roy's crew.

Shut the fuck up, huh?

Fucking McNulty.

And fuck what you're saying.

Now if you'll just shut up and listen to me...

-Actually, what kind of pie you got? -Hey, Zig.

-What for? -For betting that you'd ride the boat.

-What's he waiting for? -I got no fucking idea.

You know, trial date for Bird is next month and llene Nathan wanted to be ready.

Ain’t never gonna be what it was.

-Yo, Frank. -What's up?

to even get them talking about that shit?

Something you never learned.

when they shut down a couple of blocks on the Boulevard?

-This close to the bridge. -Probably, yeah.

you've made offerings way above what it would take...

and remind yourself of who you is and where you come from.

and he chose to depart.

-You ain't heard from Roberto yet? -Not a goddamn word, man.

I had an uncle who was a supervisor there. Got laid off in '78, though.

Major, you want this stuff where?

for Roberto's predicament.

Your advance payment arrived as our problem did.

Lester Freamon had us deep into the money. Real deep.

I ain't too good at floating, either.

-You working the light, ain't you? -I'm on it, yeah.

Best you'll do is one or two extra gangs a week on them blowers.

-Moe Man taking our shit. -What he holding?

You let her fuck with you like that?

Maybe so. But the end of the day, you come through the door in one piece.