Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They think it's Tony Montana up there?
You need to put his ass on a foot post so far out in the sticks...
-Which one? -The rental there, the Taurus.
Nobody gonna use these cell phones except for you and Bodie...
When I find y'all, I'm beating your asses.
and by the grace of God and your good work...
and I want you to tell them they've got no quarrel with me.
-$15. -Motherfucker, I don't see no meter.
They can't make a connect.
-Plus, they know they dropped a police. -Then we need to change up, too.
They got their Saturday night shit down at Sears.
Be that as it may...
You hit them again?
Look man. We either step up or we step the fuck off.
When you get to the top floor...
Right. What about you?
And that michelle girl from
You ever hear of an elected official in Baltimore giving money back?
Your son might be in some danger.
That punk-ass nigger ain't talk about shit else but the club.
So you walk away from the club.
Tatum in big games.
Copies of checks on the account of my re-election committee...
I need you to run up to N. Y.C. to pick up a little something.
where the fuck is wallace
-Y'all my niggers. -You said you a fucking man.
and make sure niggers know you gonna stand by your people.
And even if he wasn't out the game, he wouldn't be no problem.
it's eight paces to the door of the dressing room...
Avon Barksdale was a way to show everyone how smart I was...
-Get me a ruler and some string. -Why me?
Why the fuck you think we changing up?
Shit!
Look at this country nigger.
You play your cards right, all the work you did over the past few months...
Fool, what do you think?
Where the fuck is Aaron?
So you gonna put me back on the money?
Talk to your hand, nigger, that's the only girl you got.
He slipped off the hook when we lost the boy witness.
Which one?
-A rental, no flash. -Where from?
That's all I'm saying.
In and out of the morphine drip.
-What's up with Levy? -He said he gonna meet us down there.
Det. Sgt. Hauk reporting for duty, sir.
Forgive me for prying into the details of our investigation.
Look, I know we tapped and all.
No, nigger, that's my mom.
Look at me!
where's Amer at
Fuck me.
Where’s Timothy Chalamet at?
we've got a viable case on our main target.
Just put Jimmy McNulty up on your shoulders...
if you got a mind to, but this case...
Where’s Wilson at?
Look, the man gave the word, all right? We either step up or we step the fuck off.
But it's not enough.
-I got no problem with that. -Remember who you are, Detective.
Why?
Why the fuck are we here?