Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I wanna talk to the lawyer.
Fuckin' department's more fucked up than even I remember it.
Who you talkin' to?
- Glad you landed OK. - Yeah.
Deputy. A detective's outside for you,
- What? He left and he came back? - No, he shit himself.
Me: My Name is Marquie Custy: Oh great Marquis
- He got hired after I went to London. - It's better you don't know him.
So it is, what it is.
You look good, girl.
OK, give that to Aunt Carla.
in those African countries.
The one Templeton was writing about.
Jay, this doesn't sound like...
more cops riding past, more cops showing the flag
And Terry was. Two tours.
Pull 'em over, jack 'em up and get the dope.
Admiring my start/sit decisions, sir??
Not a problem. I'm just here with Reginald.
the systemic things you're talking about.
And you caught a murder, too. Says the same shit on yours, huh?
you want to go deep on they ass.
Yeah, that's what you say. But it's how you carry yourself.
How you all even know if Walter behind everybody gettin' jacked?
An' what's in this box.
You gotta see this. There's a serial killer, but he only be killin' other serial killers...
I know. You know somebody down there, right?
the one be right there in front of the Cut-rate on Calhoun and Riggs all the time.
Chris locked up behind somethin' he done for you.
C'mon, McNulty. Show me something.
- How the fuck... - There's no time, Cedric.
What do we want to say about homelessness? I mean, it's bad.
They big, they fat, and they gorgeous. What up, Porkchop?
Same thing get me right with myself.
Bullshit. Omar got kilt by them Pimlico boys.
My name is my name.
So you grew up there?
A veteran reporter, quiet, subtle, discreet, good with details,
Follow them back to town. If he doesn't know you're on 'em, see where he takes you.
Whatever guns them cops took out the truck last year. They mine.
How my hair look, Sam?
That's how they do.
What do you want me to fuckin' say, Herc? You're the tits.
See you, Duke.
So they was on our cellphones...
I got my key grip...