Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Good thing they look like their mama.

To start with, we got nine--

-I need a word with you. -We're just about to go--

I'm not a knocko. I don't dirty people...

you know, get your shit together.

Move that fucking desk out of my unit.

-I'm just-- -Shut up!

I mean, I don't see any stripes on her fucking sleeve...

He don't see anything, he doesn't testify.

-You want to get arrested? -No.

If I see you get all the way in, then I know who you are, what you're about.

you don't do anything, you don't write anything.

What you got in the bag, man?

He's my best man, you can't take him.

I thought he'd look different.

No OT, unless prior authorization.

I want to do this case.

I mean, you know, just to carry me, Kima.

is Avon Barksdale, and Avon Barksdale only.

both of whom had already sustained injury from flying projectiles.

-Good? -When served hot. One or two?

For Christ's sake, I'm with you on the short list for major.

And when you call Burrell this time, will you forget my fucking name?

Here you come. You gonna take my man from me?

What are you gonna tell the major?

You know, that's what I'm saying, it's a shame that y'all....

they know it's a chance to dump their deadwood.

Five-O, five-O, break out.

My thing, they ain't had....

He fired two clips into an unmarked car, somewhere out in West Baltimore.

Motherfuckers tried to put your ass in the stir.

he gets one in the eye.

and that little kid, instead of getting his first haircut...