Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

College registrar gives up Stringer's course schedule.
They got cash like that to waste?
"I'm fine, String. I missed you, baby."
It just happened.
What about the Lower Avenue corners and the Poe Homes?
- Stringer's a settled guy. - Not there, he ain't.
What can I tell you? I'm paying $2,000 a month in support.
But I, sir, I have the eyes of an eagle.
All right, you know what?
- Then I'd have to give it to you. - Look.
Y'all don't happen to know a fellow by the name of Peanut, right?
You put fire to everything you touch, McNulty...
- Tell that bitch you busy. - No.
Yo. No. Not right now.
I got a real case to bring in.
She wearing ice?
Give my man his thing.
- Go by the name of Black. - Marlo?
but we are making progress.
when I ran the car he was using.
- The son of a bitch did it. - He did you.
Tell us, hotshot.
Name's on the lease, too. No attempt to hide it.
I just need it to find its way home.
Motherfucker, I've spent a lot of time in a lot of weak units.
You even pretending to speak for anyone other than yourself, McNulty?
So...
every day.
As I was pointing out...
And not only do we hear and appreciate your input, but we are fully committed...
You got a mouth on you, boy.
where the Barksdale package be at.
by the Assistant State's Attorney at the time of the trial.
Much obliged. Good looking.
All he had to do was tinkle.
Game the same. Just got more fierce.
of our missing firearm, does it?
I used to spar with your older brother, James.
All due respect.
I've been seeing kids throwing them away all day.
You must be going to get that Muggsy Bogues, then.
What's your first move?
He home now.
But there's no withholding, Bubs. It's tax-free.
I'm gonna run for mayor.
And why would they?
You go down there, we don't give a fuck. You stay here, you go to jail.
But you're going back to your homes tonight...
Fuck that, you could go after Ruppersberger in the second.
And this here is your "get out of jail free" card.
So why am I on your tab tonight? Tell the truth.
Ain't even enough trade for Poot and his crew. This some bullshit, man!
No shit.
Is that in that picture you got up there?
Hey, Johns Hopkins wants you, Bunny.
I need to tinkle.