Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I checked it out, man. Stinkum true on this one.
-Tell me something, man. -What's that?
we'll send in the smokers to run out all the little poop-butt locals and shit.
Good night, Lieutenant.
We respect that.
No, I'm not working for them. I'm working with them.
This sub beats chink-ass Golis by a mile
Yo, Boo!
It ain't like I'm calling your uncle out or nothing...
you didn't think Bailey might tie in with Barksdale?
No, what you gonna do is you gonna call 'em...
No, this is better said standing up.
This fucking detail is too much for me.
I'll beat your fuckin' monkey ass.
or algebra or whatever...
Is there a problem? That was for the drink before.
but not after this thing with Diedre. I mean, damn.
-Major likes assets. -The Deputy, too, I imagine.
They checked me when I was in the hospital--
5-0
Non-working number.
What you want?
So, you ain't big on coming here, right?
Family gonna always be there 'cause it's blood.
McNulty.
That's the way it is.
Man, wear a coat if you want, don't nobody like suckin' on a rubber.
Let him know, man, it's time for him to take a stroll.
He deserved it.
And the boyfriend, Avon Barksdale?
Good call, Jay. Of course, if Keeley hadn't fucked the scene up...
never be late?
I'll be getting out of here the end of the month.
So, where are the boys at?
Bastards.
Sheets, pillows, comforters, pillowcases.
-I'm saying-- -What the fuck?
Right there in the blue?
Take the number I sent you.
it seem we just goin' past careful, man...
What took you so long?