Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If you want to pretend to be police, you go ahead.

You know Turner Station?

I didn't want to tell you in front of the girl, her being from Narcotics and all.

-Everyone else roll out? -I--

You're an asshole, McNulty.

The money. Where do all the money go?

You thought wrong, I ain't no bank.

We got your picture, don't you fucking worry, McNulty.

-Red-tops. -Two for $10.

But he don't have shit to do with me and I don't want nothing to do with him neither.

I'm good to go, right?

Detective Sydnor's ensemble.

Pick any door in the low-rises. What are the chances?

But then again, you told us so.

where he might start over--

Avon fucking Barksdale.

Get him. You don't hit a cop.

Come here, let me see.

-Say what? -Ain't no new package.

-What is it? -Affidavit from a state police case.

Where did you get this?

-That was inspiring. -I'm a leader of men.

I've been wondering on that myself.

That's all we need here.

These right here.

Why not? Why can't you?

It may take more than buy-bust.

Police. Put your hands up. Put them up!

Man, 5-0 be down here about the bodies.

Motherfucker. Go ahead, play that cowboy shit, motherfucker.

He punked himself

No work history. No tax information we can look at.

So, you tell me what the hell's going on.

You show up at my door at 9:00 to ask me that?

Now you're single, and a date is you coming over unannounced...

-From who? -Kids, mostly.

-Goddamn bomb, y'all. -Blue-tops, blue-tops.

Stink say we gonna have a new package tomorrow.

Under no circumstances is it accurate to suggest...

Y’all got any Waivers claims yet?

-Sorry I'm late. -What's up?

New package, same as old, man.

What, the customer's always right?

That's putting our tail between our legs. I think our official stance has to be...

they get capped quick.

two new unmarked units, and a surveillance van.

All right, man.