Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A man might say things he didn't mean to stand closer to a woman like that.

Look, today, me, Tuckie, Little Mikey...

You help yourself out.

- Officer. - Detective, String.

So, Kintel Williamson, the prince of Pimlico.

- Over here we got that Rockefeller, yo. - What the fuck?

and put a little COMSTAT on their ass.

- What you got? - 10-11 me at Riggs and Calhoun.

You a student of history?

- We must have missed her. - There's one more thing I gotta do then.

I'm just not sure he's ready, you know, for all that math.

if all I'm doing is standing in the fucking alley.

Whose side was she on?

You want a job, you're gonna have to work to get it.

You know that Mercedes you got riding out there, man...

I need you to put the chicken in the oven at 375.

Can I talk to you for a second? Don't you know not to stare at me like that?

Is you putting Pringles in a plastic fucking bag?

She caught a hack up to Towson Town Mall.

- The man's collar almost melted. - What the hell got into you?

We detail a couple of men from each shift, build a flex unit...

In their previous schools, Michael took introductory algebra...

Protection in this city amounts to nothing more than getting dumped...

You see, our ears work. We heard you.

Yeah, right. That's a good point.

Keys to the Navigator in the basement.

- Throw down the goddamn money. - No, please. Help!

Mom says we can't talk to you about family stuff.

Reminds me. Your friend called again this morning.

Anybody available for...

And that's the only fucking thing I'm gonna take with me from this place.

This and some real estate I'm working on is all.

1911 South Clinton Street, first floor.

Is you deaf or just stone stupid?

He's stealing from us, and she most likely the reason for it.

it wasn't a question in my mind how to go.

Some kind souls begging to assist you...

Anybody got problems with anybody else here...

- Careful, I'm only a country boy. - Shut up.