Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm good to go, right?

-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've been wondering on that myself.

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

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

Get him. You don't hit a cop.

It may take more than buy-bust.

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

The money. Where do all the money go?

two new unmarked units, and a surveillance van.

-Everyone else roll out? -I--

But then again, you told us so.

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

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

Under no circumstances is it accurate to suggest...

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

He punked himself

where he might start over--

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

You know Turner Station?

-From who? -Kids, mostly.

Why not? Why can't you?

New package, same as old, man.

That's all we need here.

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

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

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

These right here.

Detective Sydnor's ensemble.

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

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

What, the customer's always right?

Where did you get this?

Come here, let me see.

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

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

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

All right, man.

Police. Put your hands up. Put them up!

they get capped quick.

You thought wrong, I ain't no bank.

Stink say we gonna have a new package tomorrow.

You're an asshole, McNulty.

Y’all got any Waivers claims yet?

Avon fucking Barksdale.

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