Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-Major, you're going to get-- -Roland, get your shit.

A nigger with a library card.

1 20-grain hot street load of my own creation.

An argument over a few cars?

He wasn't saying, "Please don't shoot me."

He tosses the cell phone we're up on, right?

I thought you were gonna go shopping.

I gave you a simple assignment:

I'm just saying they all the time hustling around...

That is exactly what I wanted to hear. This case needs closure, boys.

you clean it up.

What the hell Pee Wee got to do with anything?

You know, I put my faith in you fucking feds.

-"Parley"? -That's all he says he's looking for.

Same thing you always do.

McNulty pulled the software from his pals at the FBI field office.

To see if we can't pinpoint the origin for the illegal containers.

from those coordinates at 04:45 p.m. today.

What's his face Sobotka from the drug corner?

The Greek guy, the one with the warehouse, pays me in cash.

I hope there ain't been no thieving going on.

but I'm told it was the largest crack seizure on record.

-Butchie, talk to this fool. -For me, leastways...

I mean, say we do a raid or something. What would you do?

shagging leads from the manifest of the Talco ship due here in a few days.

before I slap you with insubordination.

Another bit of data that's gonna help you isolate your call from all the others.

-Looking maybe to do something here. -With him? This motherfucker?

I mean, at home with the kids.

Text messaging.

1,1 25 kilograms.

they'll have to answer to me, all right? Directly.