Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What? - Look, we're real busy.
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...
"and I'm going to be back in that hardware store, mixing paint."
"You know, this don't go through, I'm torched...
Make it quick, Tommy.
His shit was as weak as ours, no question.
Don't matter to me none if they did.
Kintel Williamson, who the fuck?
I swear, I'm sick of all of this, man.
Homicide rate's climbing, felonies are up, we got patrol vacancies out the ass.
I want an investigative strategy mapped up by week's end.
It all tells me that you lack a fucking clue.
Agg assault with a two-by-four? I don't think so.
Because.
They can't take away your E.O. D, Marvin.
You go away for a year and the whole world changes up.
Lieutenant Daniels exemplified this new spirit just the other day.
For Christ's sake...
You read the paper? I look like shit.
Demper's always been a hack.
- You called my desk looking for me? - Yes, I did. Come on in. Grab a chair.
Gone out County way.
Don't look at me.
"were effecting pursuit and arrest of aforementioned suspects."
don't make me your shovel.
He was called.
The new city editor wants a 40-inch weekender on liquor board reform.
We keep the lid on tight. You know, they know we're not their friends...
He took a lot of hot corners and cooled them.
- Yeah, they feeling it now. - They protecting the fuck out of it, too.
You know why?
- He don't look like much. - He's dropping bodies.
Another one from charm city It's still true today
But in the Western, what do I get from a veteran commander?
Look, the great white deputy has spoken.
And that's just the ones with West Side addresses.
We're gonna be all over that motherfucker, till the bitch hit the ground.
The way it turned out, they the ones that fucked up.
And I'm like, "Nigga, if you want to sell me a new car...
Shit, shit, get down, get down.
You think there's some paper? Something the Mayor signed?
- It's Councilman Carcetti. - Hold, please.
It's Friday gentlemen Productivity will not save you
Ain't nobody got nothing to say about a 40-degree day.
You out the game, then?
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with the reduction that matches just what we promised the Mayor.
You're still not connecting the dots, Marvin.
Jesus!
No, but you call the personnel office...
I don't care how many years you have on this job.
I was directed to delay that class.
Shit, me? I'm going to 12-hour shifts on the weekend, man.
The delegate, he can smell those paint cans.