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

You trying to rip out my guts?

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

-What girl? -The one in the apartment.

Ain't nothing going late, man.

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

Bailey? Please.

having been manipulated by older traffickers in his neighborhood.

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

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

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

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

Just let it go.

Coming on into the low-rise courts.

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

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We reasoned. We did.

That nigger's enemies got enemies.

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's too much drama, right?

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

Come on. Take your juice.

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

-What about the dog? -Fuck the dog.

-What happened? -Nothing.

I don't know...

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

Go show your teacher. Come on, man.

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

And fuck up our case in the process.

I'm ready to be good.

Around the way.

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

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

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

That's Omar's boy.

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

You are a reasonable fucking guy

Doesn't drink anymore?

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

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

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

15 pitches and 10 of them have been balls.

Hotter than the Wu-Tang, killer bee.