Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're still not connecting the dots, Marvin.
Demper's always been a hack.
For Christ's sake...
- What? - Look, we're real busy.
I was directed to delay that class.
with the reduction that matches just what we promised the Mayor.
I want an investigative strategy mapped up by week's end.
Ain't nobody got nothing to say about a 40-degree day.
You out the game, then?
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Gone out County way.
"and I'm going to be back in that hardware store, mixing paint."
No, but you call the personnel office...
Make it quick, Tommy.
It's Friday gentlemen Productivity will not save you
Don't matter to me none if they did.
Don't look at me.
Kintel Williamson, who the fuck?
We're gonna be all over that motherfucker, till the bitch hit the ground.
You think there's some paper? Something the Mayor signed?
Lieutenant Daniels exemplified this new spirit just the other day.
You go away for a year and the whole world changes up.
Shit, me? I'm going to 12-hour shifts on the weekend, man.
and he's never had a single one of his goo-goo bills pass the committee.
- It's a murder, Bunk. - The word from upstairs...
It all tells me that you lack a fucking clue.
The delegate, he can smell those paint cans.
- It's Councilman Carcetti. - Hold, please.
He took a lot of hot corners and cooled them.
Jesus!
But in the Western, what do I get from a veteran commander?
don't make me your shovel.
- Yeah, they feeling it now. - They protecting the fuck out of it, too.
You read the paper? I look like shit.
Agg assault with a two-by-four? I don't think so.
And I'm like, "Nigga, if you want to sell me a new car...
Another one from charm city It's still true today
We keep the lid on tight. You know, they know we're not their friends...
I swear, I'm sick of all of this, man.
Shit, shit, get down, get down.
The new city editor wants a 40-inch weekender on liquor board reform.
You know why?
They can't take away your E.O. D, Marvin.
And that's just the ones with West Side addresses.
Homicide rate's climbing, felonies are up, we got patrol vacancies out the ass.
Look, the great white deputy has spoken.
- He don't look like much. - He's dropping bodies.
He was called.
The way it turned out, they the ones that fucked up.
"You know, this don't go through, I'm torched...
- You called my desk looking for me? - Yes, I did. Come on in. Grab a chair.
"were effecting pursuit and arrest of aforementioned suspects."
Because.
I don't care how many years you have on this job.
His shit was as weak as ours, no question.