Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Coming up the way we did, you kind of expect that.
-You know, I'm just saying-- -He scares me.
Now, you wanna play the brand new big fat game:
What, he been stuck up again?
Told you.
Dee would be D'Angelo Barksdale.
I'm McNulty, that's Greggs.
Wait, hold up. Come on, don't play me.
Orlando!
John Bailey, in a Kevlar vest, lit up by three separate shooters.
Keep pushing, we'll get a whiff of the money, too.
I been with you for an hour and a half buying drinks.
Supposed to be some sort of kin to her.
McNulty's carrying a cloned pager, but this is what we use in court.
Yeah. Twice a day.
Shit is weak all over, you know?
-That's pretty damn sophisticated. -What is?
-That's fucked up. -All right, later.
You know, me and Poot, we been steady working it, you know?
-And in the end, you gonna get respect. -Yeah.
Bracelet too tight?
You know Avon?
-5-0 comin' up, y'all. -Time-out.
that you talked to her the night she was killed.
I'm even better with two hands.
They've coded the telephone numbers in their pager messages.
Figured you knew.
I did the club thing for a while, but...
-What's up, Dee? -What's up, Shorty?
Sure, Prez, you want to see my pager?
String, man, I can't lie.
It's triflin'.
Fair enough.
The foundation of your case, Detective.
Jump the one over the five...
Yeah, Flag House?
Come on, now, ain't but one working man, now, is there?
-What, you get locked up or something? -No, come on.
That might be your whole damn salary, but I clock that shit in minutes.
Yeah, I tried it. Twice.
Put it that way, I guess he could be a little problem...
you about to see your uncle, you understand me?
I'm just the front, clean name for the liquor board.
Jaybird.
You shoulda pushed him, Dee.
Got a minute?
How would you know?
Scares me.
Anything coming through on the pager?
Saying, you trying to catch up with Bird?