Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

McNulty, for you.

The board chair and me, we got a relationship.

-Yes? -Everything's good.

I'd like one for the house and don't forget to water my fine, feathered friend here.

Three apartments on the sixth floor, all leased out to Pyramid, lnc...

I just wanted to give you a heads up.

-What is it? -A confirmation letter, like.

He's built kind of solid, though.

Cuz, did you do anything to deserve the money?

I was expecting this. Just get rid of it.

-You think? -His ass is candy, Zig.

No wonder I couldn't find them. You use them as bookmarks.

Look at him, all high and mighty.

-She pulled up. -I got it.

What, a brother can't run with a stick?

He's dialing the same number.

-At least I be getting some. -Well, I be getting some, too.

And your husband, he....

How about Nicholas Sobotka of the 1400th block on Reynolds Street?

Put it on my tab, Dolores.

Here we go. We got one.

You ever see how a dog gets when he smells a bone buried in the yard?

Yeah, you get paid, but you don't get paid. We get paid.

McNulty goes after it. I could use someone like him.

Any of you fucks try to help him down, you'll be up there with him.

He's all pussy, Zig. Cold cock him.

Wednesday, the Caspia over at Patapsco. Nicky'll go get the slips tomorrow.

You big, stupid, fucking oaf! Fuck you, Maui.

Shit is fucked up, man.

You want me to lose a clean can?

I thought I knew what paperwork was.

I mean, who am l, Captain Chesapeake? I need to get off that boat, Bunk.

They are on their phones because they don't expect us to be on them.

Are they thieves or are they stupid?

And when he is policing...

You really used to race pigeons with my PePop?