Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

he gets one in the eye.

-I need a word with you. -We're just about to go--

-You want to get arrested? -No.

And when you call Burrell this time, will you forget my fucking name?

Here you come. You gonna take my man from me?

He's my best man, you can't take him.

I mean, you know, just to carry me, Kima.

you know, get your shit together.

is Avon Barksdale, and Avon Barksdale only.

Good thing they look like their mama.

both of whom had already sustained injury from flying projectiles.

He fired two clips into an unmarked car, somewhere out in West Baltimore.

I want to do this case.

-Good? -When served hot. One or two?

If I see you get all the way in, then I know who you are, what you're about.

You know, that's what I'm saying, it's a shame that y'all....

No OT, unless prior authorization.

For Christ's sake, I'm with you on the short list for major.

What are you gonna tell the major?

you don't do anything, you don't write anything.

I thought he'd look different.

Move that fucking desk out of my unit.

-I'm just-- -Shut up!

What you got in the bag, man?

I mean, I don't see any stripes on her fucking sleeve...

and that little kid, instead of getting his first haircut...

they know it's a chance to dump their deadwood.

I'm not a knocko. I don't dirty people...

Motherfuckers tried to put your ass in the stir.

To start with, we got nine--

He don't see anything, he doesn't testify.

Five-O, five-O, break out.

My thing, they ain't had....