Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- The Dickensian aspect. - Exactly.
What’s up with that funky deer??
You know, watchin' the girls, smokin' on a little herb, drinkin' a cold beer.
and ran fresh surveillances on Marlo Stanfield.
I was wonderin', maybe you could...
Yo, I'm tellin' you, it was Kenard.
I could still hang with you, then.
- Come on. - Where...
then from Annapolis, if need be.
You better piss in that cup right there on the floor.
And now they've got your cellphones, and they're going for a title three.
- No one 'cept the supply. - You trust the supplier?
The kids that you saw today in this citywide debate...
I should cut it. With what they charge at the pump, don't make sense to idle.
weren't even around after the shit went off.
I was told by our mayor at the outset that there would be no more Band-Aids,
Just gather your stuff. Come on, we gotta move quick.
Don't sell yourself short. He's got your way of makin' an argument.
Developers, people lookin' to capitalize, elected folk like myself.
Boy named Sherrod.
The A.W.2 lady says you weren't writin' no story.
The fella that was with our homeless vet when he saw that firefight.
I need teams to arrest Marlo Stanfield, Chris Partlow, and Cheese Wagstaff.
Invest the shit.
Marlo runs a tighter ship.
He takes that Peter Pan bus down from Baltimore.
Monk is westbound onto O'Donnell. Cheese Wagstaff is on the way in.
- This fuckin' guy stinks. - He probably evacuated.
Take me a while. I'm up Northeast. You want me to stay on Cheese?
- You got your... - Not yet.
If he catches a scent, fuck it.
No, he jersey-rolled a stop and when we tried to pull him over,
as the charging papers portray you at the top of the conspiracy.
Hey...
There wasn't anything that anyone could have done with that.
Yeah, well, I guess, Mr. Mayor...
More cops where people can see them. More cops on the pavement,
Ain't you got to do the bit.
- What do you think? - After the Clay Davis farce...
My precision grip...
you're gonna at least chauffeur my drunken ass home.
Don't worry, I rinse it out.
He ain't lie, y'all did, sorry t'say.