Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm saying, what you think about what happened to the man?
You think Ronald McDonald gonna go down that basement...
So, then he's not gonna go public, right?
Iighting folks up in high-rise lobby...
You know what I mean? Everything else in this country gets sold...
Yes, sir.
-Just sports. -You gotta check out the front page.
Nigga, please, the man who invented them things...
-Jesus, know what Prez did this morning? -Tell me.
-Bunk Moreland, McNulty's partner. -Then you'd have to pull him, too.
Who do you got to fuck in this town to get a real office?
-Been napping. -Yeah?
He's got some kind of suction with the Mayor's office. I'm not sure.
He would get up every day, go out and do maintenance work.
-Not a thing. -Why did you pick him up?
Pardon my French, but I got no problem giving that asshole up at this point.
Believe.
You know what? Put your pants down, man.
Want something?
I need Sydnor.
He's a potential suspect in my murder.
Why don't you go somewhere else with that bullshit?
You'll see how that goes.
But not the one in the chamber.
Just put it to the Deputy Ops...
-But when you ace a witness... -A working man.
and let's put something real together.
They haven't made a case in 10 years.
-Man who invented these. -Shit, he richer than a motherfucker.
Maurice Levy just posted. He's by the elevators.
Why?
maybe he got it wrong this time, because it's wrong...
About what?
We lost a state's witness.
Is that what you think I'm about?
Even in Baltimore, that's supposed to mean something, right?
You don't want to know, Bubbles used to get that pussy.
McNulty and Santangelo, they're on that already.
Let's do it.
My office doesn't play that way.
All I see is some stuck-up dyke bitch...
I mean, it's hard enough pushing felony casework...
In the Terrace, it's one body after another.
Just cover yourself on this.
I called the deputy, not the newspapers. I gotta run.
If he sends me good police, I might do good police work.
Can you hook a nigger up with $10 then till tomorrow?
Man, these shits is right, yo.
He put a bullet through a wall, dry-firing in the detail office.
You ask for men, they send you drunks and fuck-ups.
Get your shit off my car.
He wants to take it upstairs...
-My eye, my eye. -Who you gonna eyefuck now?
One asshole chases another into a house...
I say we go down there right now. Right fucking now.
What the fuck....
And then I think it might be a good thing...
Herc, Carver, Sydnor, and me, we'll be targeting street dealers...