Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Throw down the goddamn money. - No, please. Help!

He's stealing from us, and she most likely the reason for it.

You see, our ears work. We heard you.

Protection in this city amounts to nothing more than getting dumped...

Some kind souls begging to assist you...

She caught a hack up to Towson Town Mall.

So, Kintel Williamson, the prince of Pimlico.

Is you putting Pringles in a plastic fucking bag?

You help yourself out.

- The man's collar almost melted. - What the hell got into you?

You know that Mercedes you got riding out there, man...

Reminds me. Your friend called again this morning.

Anybody got problems with anybody else here...

You want a job, you're gonna have to work to get it.

and put a little COMSTAT on their ass.

- We must have missed her. - There's one more thing I gotta do then.

Whose side was she on?

Mom says we can't talk to you about family stuff.

it wasn't a question in my mind how to go.

if all I'm doing is standing in the fucking alley.

Look, today, me, Tuckie, Little Mikey...

I need you to put the chicken in the oven at 375.

Yeah, right. That's a good point.

Is you deaf or just stone stupid?

And that's the only fucking thing I'm gonna take with me from this place.

- Careful, I'm only a country boy. - Shut up.

Keys to the Navigator in the basement.

- Officer. - Detective, String.

In their previous schools, Michael took introductory algebra...

- Over here we got that Rockefeller, yo. - What the fuck?

- What you got? - 10-11 me at Riggs and Calhoun.

Can I talk to you for a second? Don't you know not to stare at me like that?

You a student of history?

We detail a couple of men from each shift, build a flex unit...

1911 South Clinton Street, first floor.

Anybody available for...

A man might say things he didn't mean to stand closer to a woman like that.

This and some real estate I'm working on is all.

I'm just not sure he's ready, you know, for all that math.