Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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