Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-You think? -His ass is candy, Zig.

I was expecting this. Just get rid of it.

I thought I knew what paperwork was.

Are they thieves or are they stupid?

McNulty, for you.

He's dialing the same number.

Cuz, did you do anything to deserve the money?

Here we go. We got one.

Yeah, you get paid, but you don't get paid. We get paid.

You really used to race pigeons with my PePop?

What, a brother can't run with a stick?

You want me to lose a clean can?

-At least I be getting some. -Well, I be getting some, too.

He's all pussy, Zig. Cold cock him.

You ever see how a dog gets when he smells a bone buried in the yard?

Any of you fucks try to help him down, you'll be up there with him.

They are on their phones because they don't expect us to be on them.

I just wanted to give you a heads up.

I mean, who am l, Captain Chesapeake? I need to get off that boat, Bunk.

Look at him, all high and mighty.

You big, stupid, fucking oaf! Fuck you, Maui.

No wonder I couldn't find them. You use them as bookmarks.

McNulty goes after it. I could use someone like him.

And when he is policing...

And your husband, he....

Wednesday, the Caspia over at Patapsco. Nicky'll go get the slips tomorrow.

Three apartments on the sixth floor, all leased out to Pyramid, lnc...

Put it on my tab, Dolores.

How about Nicholas Sobotka of the 1400th block on Reynolds Street?

The board chair and me, we got a relationship.

Shit is fucked up, man.

-What is it? -A confirmation letter, like.

-Yes? -Everything's good.

He's built kind of solid, though.

-She pulled up. -I got it.

I'd like one for the house and don't forget to water my fine, feathered friend here.