Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Rather than use deadly force in such a situation...
-Your name is what? -Pryzbylewski.
-Don't soft-sell the witness angle. -Come on.
Why?
-Got a name for that one? -No.
I'll tell you what I think you should do, D'Angelo...
Bullshit argument over 20 missing gelcaps...
They keep the file. On the street, we work partners.
-How do I do that? -I don't know.
-Go fix her a hot plate. -All right.
What you got in your pockets?
-Push the arraignments back to 3:00. -And the Gillette case?
He pissed me off.
Yeah, a couple of disorderlies is all.
This shit is gonna jump up and bite you in your ass.
That's his pipeline on this crap.
A man's walking down a street in West Baltimore.
A case goes from red to black by way of green, Lieutenant.
I heard you have someone from Pawnshop.
-Drop that shit! Kiss the fucking ground! -Put your hands up.
Man, I ain't got nothing to say.
Otherwise, I don't even make that connection.
He could have offered to let me pick but he didn't.
Crying their little orphaned asses to sleep...
Yeah, yeah.
and his kids, they asked me to write.
I mean, what is it, a toy?
The department puts you on a case it doesn't want.
You people staff your cases, you bring us casework.
he ain't coming out of the elevator and see it happen.
Come on, walk with me. I'm running late.
-What the fuck did I do? -You can't shut your mouth.
Yo, Kima, where you taking us?
Lawyers, clerks, jurors, everybody talks.
C'mon, give us a twirl, let's take a look.
-You, on the other hand-- -No way.
Fine, Cedric, fuck, whatever. Jesus Christ.
Jimmy, you knew I was gonna make that call. Admit it.
They ain't had to do that.
and now they out there on their own.
Let's walk.
I'm the man in charge, remember?
No, Officer Pryzbylewski, he did not piss you off.
You fuck the bullshit up when you talk to lnternal...
-My apologies. -Yvette made brisket.
Got good to me, what can I say?
He was showing me the trigger pull on his Glock.
Nice shoes. Think a happy thought.
What was you writing then?
No, that tips Barksdale that someone's working him.
McNulty!
Crutchfield's?
Greggs from my unit and McNulty from Homicide.
-Testers, man, already out. -No.
Now tell me, who cold-cocked the kid?
She want me to move in, I'm thinking about it.
Lives alone, no wife, no kids.
taking pictures of assholes in hats.