Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Then you're gonna get all the way in, Lieutenant.
What are you doing here at 2:00 in the morning?
So, You got suction with Parsons?
If you've ever worked with me before, you know I don't want cowboy shit...
Question is, what do you want me to do now?
just some sad-ass down at the basement of McDonald's...
You don't know, and you don't need to know.
I always heard it that you can't win if you don't play.
Gant, William. 41 years.
and she's fucking telling us what to do.
-Ain't necessarily what it looks like. -No?
-Hello? -You seen the paper?
What? Do you hear me?
Go with the deuce?
Shit.
My partner caught a murder. It may have nothing with Barksdale at all.
-That's good money. -Yeah.
He stuck to his story for half a day, until Ballistics matched the bullet...
you used a Kel-Light, not the handle of your service weapon...
He just decided, voluntarily, to write a letter to the victim's family.
Do you hear me?
-It's fucked up. -Yes, it is.
Bullshit, plain and simple.
A rusted nail just went through my shoe.
Good, get up. Go! Walk!
Judge Phelan called this morning...
Don't dig in, don't get fancy.
Church deacon? That was thick.
Yo, Carv. Notice that most of the time...
-What? -The newspaper, get it.
Bunk and me, we got our own rhythm.
Just say what's in your heart.
-What about him? -That's Little Man.
What?
No grandstanding, no red balls.
Used to come down to the corners, real green.
Most of all, it needs police who know how to work those things.
Five oh!
No? What's that?
Why apologize at all if you got nothing to do with it?
Younger white boy.
At least that works.
Why the fuck you gotta say you're sorry?
Hold up, hold up.
Kima, if you don't mind me asking...
Correct.
Then how come they sent every worthless hump in plainclothes?
What am I gonna say?
Why? You think he get a percentage?
They used your name, Stringer, Wee-Bey...
An arrest or two would help.
-They're yours? -Yeah, afraid so.
Do I know you?
Look, this is a poor fucking city, gentlemen.