Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe I should get up some kind of tournament.
Our feeling is that it's genuinely an aberration.
- How? - I'll show you.
One each in Catonsville, Laurel, Bethesda...
They were so careful spreading out the purchases...
you'd think they'd also switch up rental agencies.
And Colvin's answer is what?
Guess who's calling Homicide looking for me on D'Angelo Barksdale?
I want to file a report.
Soon as I speak to him, I'll get him to you, all right?
- Who this? - Remember Fatface Rick, right?
Just pass these out for me, okay?
Look, man, I don't know why we got to wait three years for that shit.
I mean, Omar ain't come back on us since we got his bitch.
- East Side wasn't ready for us, huh? - That's what I'm saying.
Anybody here ever get jammed up and not have Colvin go to the wall for you?
Okay, on that burner?
Clinton had facts. Kennedy had facts. Yeah, but Reagan?
- Go nonstop hound on your ex like that. - It's easy.
- That's not what I meant. - Right.
Yeah, hang on.
- Let them sweat on it. - Yo, we got to talk.
It worked for me.
First floor, 1034 North Mount, sir.
it's like watching a herd of buffalo in a snowstorm.
Gentlemen, if I look through the Western incident reports...
All right.
You lose that, you lose every damn thing. Go on.
You know, Briana went downtown, man, saw that detective.
You know who that is?
- I need to get with my brother. - Oh, come on.
- Kill two birds and all that. - Right.
As soon as I speak to him, I'll get him to you, I promise.
- Catch and release. - No shit.
I ain't sure I even want to be back, though.
This my trip, man.
Not hard enough? No offense, but I don't think you ever were
up and down the three states...
and put their lives and livelihood at risk.
This guy's running his route every five days.
but you still showing a little bit of that street corner mentality.
but I sure wish he tried.
No muscle, it's all out in the open.
He flip, man, they got you and me and fucking Briana!
Kids messed up a good hoop.
- And guess who's running the show? - Who?
Hell, every kind of liberal-ass project never got off the page it was written on.
you call her back later like, "Hey, what's up?"
- Sir? - You want to take credit for any of this?
Look, man, I never said it was pretty.
Can't go through the front on this boy.
Hey, when all this bullshit falls apart, I'm gonna kick your fuck...
I just know I got to put my mind on something or I'm gonna slide back.
which have been downgraded or unfounded?
Look...
What resources are commensurate with that kind of commitment?
Look, I can imagine how hard it is for a mother...
I called because I heard you went and visited Donette.
And I'm saying I'm ready to run now.
And it grinds me that no one ever spoke up for him.
you had to leave the room to change your mind.
However, year three...
That's when everybody's got their ass in the air talking about justice.
The faucet, the goose.
- What am I saying? - No.
all due respect, you can stow that patter right here and now.
Good.
- My brother, I'm telling you... - Fuck this shit.
- Take command of your life. - Something.