Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I cleared it with KGA, we'll be working off of Channel 6.
Oh, Jesus on the main line
We did our thing with the homegoing, man. I mean, it came off nice.
Check this out. Put your finger right there.
Here, Brucie. I think they're your size.
None of my business, I know...
Let's go.
Tang when they woke up scared in the middle of the night.
And put the numbers 221 in big-ass numbers on the front.
-Frankie Sobotka, how's it hanging? -You talk to the presiding officers yet?
but if he's selling women, he's out of bounds?
And it's got a clear channel. Sturdy as hell.
Some of the systems you're seeing have already been upgraded.
Start looking at the two-bedroom joints.
If I'd have known the boy was gonna be doing shit like that...
If it does that, they're doing the dirt.
It's a weak-ass nigger when you think about it.
You give yourself too much credit.
You can take him, Zig. He just looks big.
I wouldn't want a word of this mess up in Avon's ear.
Hell, yeah.
Shyster, Shyster and Shyster.
I got him on Broening, heading west towards the city.
Probably wasting half a day watching it offload.
-Who was it that passed, a relation? -No, we worked together.
But Rotterdam does employ 4,000 people.
Except I won't be around Patapsco or North Point much.
Love child, born in poverty
You go in your pocket, come up with $500 in advance...
What kind of man-hours are the stevedores clocking over there?
No, seriously. Come here.
It's my turn, you just had it.
that this time would be Ott's turn. You knew that.
it might've been for the best, you know?
Charlie, here. Take a drag.
-You know what this means? -What?
-I know. -All of it.
You mean, you can tap a guy's phone if he's selling drugs...
-We got one, you prepared to copy? -Send it.
So, least-wise, the thing you need to do...
-You were real good to him. -I was.
Let everyone working see me in that radio car.
-Conspiracy to do what? -Smuggle shit.
My great-grandfather was a knife sharpener.
It's all there, cuz.
Listen to yourself.