Carcetti: You know, I always wanted to say how sorry I am about how things turned out. There wasn't anything I could have done with your experiment in the Western District, there wasn't anything that anyone could have done with that.
Colvin: Yeah, well, I guess, Mr. Mayor, there's nothing to be done.

Carver: [about Herc, modeling sunglasses] His name is Head. Dick Head.

Carver: [abut Namond] His mother... [shakes head]
Colvin: Lovely lady. What she say?
Carver: "Put that bitch in baby booking where he belong. Let him learn something."

Carver: [observing Bodie beat a competing dealer with a bat] See, that's why we can't win.
Herc: Why not?
Carver:They fuck up, they get beat. We fuck up, they give us pensions.

Carver: I like to think that until the handcuffs actually fit, there's still talking to be done.

Carver: I'm sorry, son. I'm gonna talk to Social Services. We'll get you some help. Randy.
[Carver tries to put his hand on Randy's shoulder, but Randy pushes him away]
[After sitting silently for a little while, Carver gets up and starts to walk away]
Randy: [as Carver walks away] You gonn' help, huh? You gonna look out for me? You gonna look out for me, Sergeant Carver? You mean it? You gonna look out for me? You promise?! You got my back, huh?!

Carver: Okay, so let's try this again. I say, "Have a good evening, Mr. Broadus!"
Bodie: And a good evening to you, Sgt. Carver.
Carver: See.
Bodie: And a VERY good evening to you, Officer Collichio!
Colicchio: Fuck yourself with a 40, shit-breath.

Carver: The young man seems to think highly of you boss. He invoked your name with a measure of respect.
Colvin: It wasn't but a few weeks ago when I was in a room with him being called everything but a child of God. "Mr. Colvin sir. Fuck you."
Namond: Yo' at least I said mister.

Cheese: Omar had one of them commando squads with him, man. I mean, he had this one ho' pulling guns out her pussy, unc! The shit was unseemly, man.

Cheese: You mean to tell me there's a west-side nigga that know how to sell shit without stickin' a pistol in a fiends face?
Bodie: Yeah dog, and you better get used it, 'cause ya'll ain't sellin shit, until we bone-ass dry!

Chris Partlow: [to Michael] Yo' we always in the market for a good soldier. We see one we like, we take care of his situation. Take him in, school him, make him family. And if you with us, you with us. Just like we be with you, All the way.

Chris Partlow: Omar tried calling you out by name, but shit, no one --
Marlo Stanfield: What he say about me?
Chris Partlow: Nothing, man. Just talking shit.
Marlo Stanfield: He used my name? In the street?
[Pause]
Marlo Stanfield: Talk, motherfucker!
Monk: He just, you know, say that you need to step to and that . . . I don't know. He just running his mouth some.
Marlo Stanfield: He call me a punk?
Chris Partlow: It was bullshit, man. You ain't need that on your mind.
Marlo Stanfield: What the fuck you know about what I need on my mind, motherfucker? My name was on the street? When we bounce from this shit here, y'all going to go down on them corners and let the people know: Word did not get back to me. Let them know Marlo step to any motherfucker -- Omar, Barksdale, whoever. My name is my name!

Chris: [To Michael, after he kills someone for the first time] You can look him in the eye now. It don't matter who he is, or what he's done, you can look him right in the eye.
Season 5

Chris: We good?
Snoop: Yeah, man. Man say if you wanna shoot nails, this here the Cadillac, man. Meant Lexus but he ain't know it.
Chris: Hold a charge better?
Snoop: Man, fuck a charge, this here's a gun powder activated, 27 caliber, full auto, no kickback, nail-throwing mayhem man. Shit right here's tight.
[Chris laughs]
Snoop: Word. Fuck this nailin' up boards, we could kill a couple mother fuckers with this right here.

Chris: Y'all gonna pop out and pop off. Drop who you can.
O-Dog: Yo, let's go all west coast with this.
Snoop: [laughing] Say what?
O-Dog: Drive-by. That's how they do. Drop a motherfucker and not slow down. Like Boyz n the Hood. Shit was tight, remember?