Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You let one go, you got to write. You got to justify the use of deadly force.
"We selling chicken faster than you can tear the bone out.
about nothing happening that I don't know about?
We go into those towers, and we let them know.
and I'm about to lose this idiot here for a week or two of medical.
to his off-duty weapon.
All right, spread your shit out.
We are just sharing our thoughts here.
They didn't have to do that.
Let's roll.
snap your fucking fingers off.
I got one less Crown Vic than I had last night.
What's with the hat?
You remember that?
he was seen to pick up a bottle and menace officers Hauk and Carver...
for you to write a little letter to those children...
Shut up for just a minute. I'm trying to concentrate on this shit here.
Yeah, what's done is done.
You think that downtown judge is gonna bail your ass out on this?
Then on the weekends, he was driving a cab out to the airport.
He then tells Property to send me two men, and Special to send two more.
-Church-going man. -A bethel man, a deacon.
-What the fuck is that? -It's bullshit.
I'm serious.
Your client.
Pair of goddamn elephants.
Why not?
Valchek has suction with the First District Democratic Club...
and get some ribs before they done ate all the ribs up.
Against a plaster wall.
Officer Pryzbylewski shot the wall, Lieutenant.
-So, give me Sydnor. -No way.
-That's bullshit, man. -Yo, stay down, man.
-And he was just-- -Detective?
-I'm taking your worst, remember? -How about Steinman?
If you push too hard, and any shit hits the fan...
You bleed on my car? Don't bleed on my car.
Don't act like you don't know me. Get your hands up.
Y'all hassling me about that shit?
Jesus. You all ain't got no creep to you.
Little hoppers in the low-rises.
So do l.
Even if they put a 14-year-old kid into Critical Care?
We try to front, he'll see right through us.
and I don't want surprises.
Son of a bitch!
But you know, that's how it goes, right?
Just you, me, my partner and.... What did you say your name was?
That's fucked up. Man ain't did nothing.
What's with the hats?
I don't think he can even find his gun.
Under the power vested in me by the circuit court for Baltimore city...
That's sharp.
Put everything on it. She's the skinniest thing in here.
filing a formal brutality charge...
-Bunk, tell him. -Why?
I reckon the pussy ain't worth what it used to be...
just to be safe.