Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

To who?
You want to get with Omar...
You ought to let me take you up to Pimlico when it opens.
-Cable ship. -And what's the gray one next to it?
Why would you do that?
You got to give a working police his due.
-City Homicide. -Homicide?
Nobody should flash too much money. You know that much, right?
Like you guys never stole nothing back in the day.
What did I tell you about not spreading no cash around?
...has led to drug distribution charges against three inmates...
How many doors down from the end?
Why not put it off for a year or two...
I'll tell your wife, if you tell mine.
The shit do not make sense. Some of them wasn't about nothing.
Before you start dancing with your Jane Doe...
Now, if I'm gonna give myself a chance...
I hate that Country Shit Not even Ray Charles can save that mess for me.
I don't want much. I need Omar.
Ott's brother-in-law works there. You might try and touch him.
Shit, Lieutenant, I promised.
-How's it hanging, Prez? -How're you doing?
-So this is their joint? -What's the plan?
fast and clean through the port.
My client will provide accurate information as to the source of the tainted narcotics.
They're decent people.
Maybe two years before the dry dock closed up.
Left tackle.
But if we come up empty on this....
then you're gonna get bit by a snake, right?
It's my recollection that a city police got shot behind Mr. Barksdale's business.
They got it up in this one place that got the boarded-up windows.
I write traffic tickets.
I go next, all right?
You practically running this place. Who else could it be?
Ain't seen the terminal this busy in months. Feels sweet.
Play or you gonna get played.
Taxation without representation, you know?
Don't spread no cash around for a while, all right?
My son-in-law can't say enough in your favor.
If you are able to do like you did, we have other things we can use.
How hard?
-You ain't hearing me! -What? You think this shit is easy?
If we got an open container, or a damaged container...
$2,000 for a single goddamn jacket.
-I was out the damn door. -You don't know Cheryl.
one who was, himself, incapacitated...
It is not instinct.