If the Gods are fucking you, you find a way to fuck them back. It's Baltimore, gentlemen; the Gods will not save you.
“Dead Soldiers” · Season 3, Episode 3
In this episode: Jimmy McNulty (1), Bunk Moreland (1), Stringer Bell (1), Kima Greggs (1), Jay Landsman (1), Ervin Burrell (1)
That's good. That's like a forty degree day. Ain't nobody got nuttin to say about a forty degree day. Fifty? Bring a smile to your face. Sixty? Shit, niggas are damn near barbecuing that mothafucka. Go down to twenty? Niggas get they bitch on. Get they blood complainin... but forty? Nobody give a FUCK about forty. Nobody remember forty, and ya'll niggas is giving me way too many forty degree days. What the fuck?!
[to McNulty] How come they know you're police when they hook up with you. And they know you're police when they move in. And they know you're police when they decide to start a family with you. And all that shit is just fine until one day it ain't no more. One day, it's 'You should have a regular job.' and 'You need to be home at five o'clock'.
"You need to stop fucking waitresses."
[to Bunk] Rawls and Foerster have crawled up my backside and they're gonna stay there until you find Dozerman's gun. Now, I would like it very much if I could unclench my ample ass cheeks, if you don't mind, and rid myself of that discomfort.
[types in "Peanut" in database] 89? And that's just the ones with Westside addresses.
VVernon
Man, you got to narrow that shit down. Find some way to work with all them "Peanuts."
Motherfucker, do I look like George Washington Carver?
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