Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Freamon, Pryzbylewski.

Think it through.

Banded, manicured bills

You a weak-ass nigger, man.

I don't know a fucking thing...

All right, when I find y'all, y'all gonna get it.

And you know what? Burrell, Rawls, and them, they were right.

This business with Mr. Price, this is a misunderstanding...

Easy now. Hole only needs to be as big as your finger.

Savino know it ain't nothing but an Arm and Hammer charge.

where the fuck is daily so close?

You wanna pull Avon in on half a case? You go ahead.

Ain't none of y'all ever been in the military?

All right, soldier.

Aside from that, you're doing what?

Ain't no re-up in the towers, neither?

Fucking Carver...

-Thanks. -Yeah.

Look at Granny Cooley Now She's a Diabetic & a Drunk from drinking up all the Kool-Aid & Barcadi

-Stand up straight! -That's us, man.

-on the Monday for the grand jury. -And what happened?

there's 24 stairs, about a foot each.

There's no crime here.

Don't say your name or nothing.

Cool. There you go.

The one that was at the Greek's that night.

Y'all can still holler 5-0, right?

String, where the fuck is Wallace?

Start with Orlando, if Orlando rolled.

will speak volumes for you.

They got her stabilized is all I know.

but maybe Barksdale has fronts we don't know about.

-So she can still hurt you, right? -Yeah.

So what are we gonna do, man, go have some fun?

Eighteen, baby!

-What you doing down in the PJ's, you lost? -I'm looking for you.

Snatched that $10 out my purse without asking.

Where varolz at string?

But now we got that woman in there, that good police...

I don't know where from, man, one of those places by the airport.

-Remember me? -Lawyer.

You believe that?

Come on, a real man would stay with his people...

What the fuck has that got to do with anything?

Just charge Barksdale with the attempt purchase...

All right, come on, go. Something to eat?

We took him to the shore Friday and the plan was to bring him back up...

have him explain that whole profiling thing to you?

Don't let me find y'all.

We're trying for an address on his mother.

Where y'all at?

You lost your spot when you bucked town, dawg.