Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-I got that feeling again. -Like they don't think we're potty trained.

This is the other way to go.

-Are you familiar with Mr. Barksdale? -That name ring out, but so do mine.

Stringer Bell will come at me with this.

-No shit. -He just up and clocked him?

But oops. I forgot my camera got busted.

I'll start pumping your casework into our system.

I heard it, but I had to come see it for myself.

Here. Next time we re-up, though...

10-4. Latitude first: North, 39 degrees. 1 1 .727.

That, right there, is the district surveillance van...

Mr. Cheese. I see.

And you don't think I'm good enough to handle it.

Have the boy go to Eton.

-and a new something else. -I did not forget to tell you Harper's.

We round-the-clock with surveillance.

We're gonna show y'all motherfuckers how to grind out here, all right?

A surveillance van?

So you past the point of lifting a grocery bag or two?

Greece. Athens, Greece.

It's on McNulty then.

Fuck you, you thieving, Greek cunt.

Exigent circumstances.

That's what's up, see?

But this here work just fine.

I just wish I had good news for you.

What up, Butch? How you holding up, baby?

Now, this was a neat trick. No one ever did it before.

-They're the one got hurt the last time. -Then there was a reason to meet.

He might have one of those psychological bullshit things in his jacket...

And damned if them Eastside bitches don't stay away.

What you need is another variable.

You mean to tell me there's a Westside nigger...