Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Don't soft-sell the witness angle. -Come on.
Rather than use deadly force in such a situation...
Lives alone, no wife, no kids.
McNulty!
He was showing me the trigger pull on his Glock.
Bullshit argument over 20 missing gelcaps...
Fine, Cedric, fuck, whatever. Jesus Christ.
No, that tips Barksdale that someone's working him.
Yeah, a couple of disorderlies is all.
Let's walk.
A man's walking down a street in West Baltimore.
You people staff your cases, you bring us casework.
-What the fuck did I do? -You can't shut your mouth.
What you got in your pockets?
taking pictures of assholes in hats.
You fuck the bullshit up when you talk to lnternal...
What was you writing then?
I heard you have someone from Pawnshop.
They keep the file. On the street, we work partners.
Greggs from my unit and McNulty from Homicide.
and now they out there on their own.
-Your name is what? -Pryzbylewski.
Otherwise, I don't even make that connection.
Now tell me, who cold-cocked the kid?
-Drop that shit! Kiss the fucking ground! -Put your hands up.
he ain't coming out of the elevator and see it happen.
-Testers, man, already out. -No.
-You, on the other hand-- -No way.
Got good to me, what can I say?
Why?
She want me to move in, I'm thinking about it.
-My apologies. -Yvette made brisket.
Crutchfield's?
A case goes from red to black by way of green, Lieutenant.
I'll tell you what I think you should do, D'Angelo...
I mean, what is it, a toy?
He could have offered to let me pick but he didn't.
-How do I do that? -I don't know.
Yo, Kima, where you taking us?
Nice shoes. Think a happy thought.
They ain't had to do that.
I'm the man in charge, remember?
Crying their little orphaned asses to sleep...
Yeah, yeah.
Lawyers, clerks, jurors, everybody talks.
-Got a name for that one? -No.
Come on, walk with me. I'm running late.
No, Officer Pryzbylewski, he did not piss you off.
and his kids, they asked me to write.
This shit is gonna jump up and bite you in your ass.
The department puts you on a case it doesn't want.
He pissed me off.
Man, I ain't got nothing to say.
-Push the arraignments back to 3:00. -And the Gillette case?
Jimmy, you knew I was gonna make that call. Admit it.
That's his pipeline on this crap.
-Go fix her a hot plate. -All right.
C'mon, give us a twirl, let's take a look.