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You are a reasonable fucking guy

It was McNulty who made the ballistics match on these murders...

Anyway, you've got enough money to go get yourself one now.

We reasoned. We did.

Around the way.

and they all just a bunch of begging-ass bitches.

That nigger's enemies got enemies.

I'm ready to be good.

Now, you're going to do what you're going to do.

Coming on into the low-rise courts.

Fuck Daniels and his ass-kissing up-the-chain-of-command ambition.

Frankly, you been in it as long as me...

-What about the dog? -Fuck the dog.

He plays stiff every now and then, but he's a good man.

I swear, you show me the son of a bitch who can fix this police department...

Bailey? Please.

That was one of them.... What i do you call it? A question you don't have to answer.

Go show your teacher. Come on, man.

-What's up? Where you at? -Where you at?

playing with beepers and pay phones and body mikes...

You trying to rip out my guts?

I'm a man of my word. I said it would be $4,000 to Omar...

15 pitches and 10 of them have been balls.

Oh, boy. Come on, get up! School day. Y'all gonna be late!

Ain't nothing going late, man.

Just let it go.

Did you know what you were doing when you left the Boys' Village, son?

-Major, I'm not-- -He's a good-looking kid, huh?

And fuck up our case in the process.

Doesn't drink anymore?

Hell, why don't you just send me back to Property and keep everyone happy?

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"Bill Rawls, you are a reasonable fucking guy."

-One-- -We're not here to talk cases.

Hotter than the Wu-Tang, killer bee.

But one man with two barrels ain't enough, Omar.

You know, with the jump-out, Omar, all that shit.

having been manipulated by older traffickers in his neighborhood.

Come on. Take your juice.

-Yeah, hello? -You ain't gonna believe who I'm looking at.

It's too much drama, right?

That's Omar's boy.

for 40 cents a foot, you might as well go to Home Depot, pay them.

-Come on, Jay, be right on this. -I can't. It's Rawls, he wants warrants today.

but he doesn't do much other than work. He's got this case in his gut like it's cancer.

-What happened? -Nothing.

In the cemetery, you were telling us that a guy named Bird killed the working man.

I don't know...

-What girl? -The one in the apartment.