Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

IID is gonna be on all three of you by afternoon...
You remember that little boy...
He doesn't put himself in, or anyone else for that matter.
Between the two of them I don't have a designated driver.
He heard it from our man, McNulty.
No, he wasn't a witness? No, he didn't testify in my court last week?
I'm here trying to outfit niggers with something to rile up some pussy.
I'm gonna need a tetanus to get behind this bullshit.
-He didn't have to testify. -No, he didn't, but he did.
Starving.
Who was that?
Be careful with my little soldier.
Bubbles.
I go down the way with some hats that I'm selling.
And eventually, it's gonna need a Title 3 wiretap.
-You found us. -Wasn't easy.
What's up, baby?
-He's already detailed people. -Some detail.
-You ain't got nothing else to do today? -No, no, nothing.
Not exactly.
What you think, cuz?
-What the fuck was that about? -Did you see today's paper?
You feel me? It ain't on you.
Hey, you fuckheads!
and you sit like nothing happened.
-Yeah. -Son-in-law.
Nugget that meat up and make some real money.
I like that.
-I got it so it's real light. -He took the clip out, boss.
Payback, plain and simple.
Go Eastside.
Aunt June.
Speak your mind.
From Auto Unit, right? Cantrell sent you.
you take some pictures, all right?
But no, you're out there all alone, jumping bad.
-Five-o! -Five-o!
Why did you shoot the wall, Officer Pryzbylewski?
My point is, I can't build much with the garbage they sent me.
than he was a witness.
Morning.
You're given people that are useless or untrustworthy.
-Police work? -Yeah.
-What do you think they'll do to him? -Let me tell you something.
-I'm in the shit here, Your Honor. -What can I tell you?
and say, "Mr. Nugget, you the bomb.
Y'all can let Barksdale and them know who owns these towers.
without people shooting each other behind it.