The thing of it is, Lieutenant... Jimmy McNulty, when he ain't policing he's a picture postcard of a drunken, self-destructive fuck-up. And when he is policing... he's pretty much the same motherfucker. But on a good case, he runnin' in front of the pack. That's as close as the man comes to bein' right.
“Duck and Cover” · Season 2, Episode 8
In this episode: Bunk Moreland (3), Cedric Daniels (2), Lester Freamon (1), William Rawls (1), Herc (1), Rhonda Pearlman (1)
[about McNulty] You ever see how a dog gets when he smells a bone buried in the yard?
Yeah, and I seen one take a shit on my carpet, too. And don't give me that he's-got-that-fire-in-the-belly garbage, either. The answer is no.
[reading an affadavit] You all cannot spell for shit.
Well, would we be police if we could?
HHorseface
[to Frank, while looking at a porn mag] Let me ask you something important. You like fake tits? I can't decide. Thus far, I'm undecided on fake tits.
[Bunk comes into detail room wearing lacrosse sweats]
Lacrosse?
What, a brother can't run with a stick? Jim Brown was an All-American midfielder at Syracuse.
You putting yourself beside Jim Brown?
Lester, um, I'm, I'm just saying...
I thought you were born in pinstripes!
Lieutenant, I was under the impression that, uh, when detailed against his will to some backwards-ass, no-count, out-in-the-district, lost ball/tall-grass drug investigation, a veteran police of means and talent can wear whatever the fuck he damn well pleases.
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