Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-You never cook. -Yeah, cooking sucks, too.
No woman takes that long.
So we gotta be out there on those rooftops for hours...
-Bring 22. -22.
-One of ours on the line. -Got him.
-For my aunt, she hit the Match Four. -You stealing from me, Cass?
What about Sterling?
Then, before the drywall get up...
-Oh, my bad, yeah. -You need to keep your fucking head, boy.
Avon Barksdale changes up his pattern, and the wiretap dies.
But we're not up in time, are we?
Detective, this right here, this is the job.
He's gonna charge murders he can't prove just to get the stats?
Fuck him up somewhere else, dump him here for all to see.
You got a witness that puts D'Angelo Barksdale...
What I do, I do, straight like that.
Pending a hearing on these charges to be scheduled within six months...
My plan, Bubs.
she want a house, she want a car, she wants some new clothes, a necklace...
I don't scare
I'm asking as a favor.
You're up till you catch one, then you step down, work it for a while...
Yeah, he liked to play the pinball games to death.
You'll get the lines on the other two payphones tomorrow.
It's messed up, all right?
you take some kid, you play it the safest way you can.
I'm charging three murders.
He's been trying to put the brakes on this for weeks now.
-I got a plan, too. -What?
Greggs said to tell you she'd write it up in the morning.
Just throw us what you can.
-No, I was messed up. -Anything else you'd like to add?
Yo, where's breakfast at?
I can't tell you how to run your case, I can only run my own.
We're up on the wire. We're starting to pull good information.
Yeah.
In back, fucknuts.
All that time I was resting, it got me thinking. It got good to me, too.
Iike good old-fashioned cops and pound some Budweiser.
to a pager we know is Stringer Bell's.
It's a ground ball down the right-field line.
watching these assholes talk on the phone?
For copper that isn't stolen.
-Who? -Brandon, my boy.