What makes you think they'll promote the wrong man?
We do it all the time.
S3 E1Time After Time
Yo. Chair ain't recognized your ass.
But what if they don't cop our re-up, though?
Well, I'ma worry about that when it happen. Until then, Mr. Charles, we're going to handle this shit like businessmen, sell the shit, make the profit and later for that gangsta bullshit. [Poot raises his hand.] Yeah.
Do the chair know we gonna look like some punk-ass bitches out there?
Motherfucker, I will punk your ass for sayin such shit!
Yo, String, Poot did have the floor, man.
Shut the fuck up, this nigga too ignorant to have the fuckin' floor!
If that idiot worked for us, he'd be a deputy commissioner by now.
[cuing up the theme from "Shaft"] Carv. He's a complicated man, and the only one that understands him is his woman.
Seek therapy.
S3 E2All Due Respect
Anybody I want?
Anybody.
I want more than one. I want the Olsen Twins.
You got 'em. Slaves. All they live for is to get you off. But so now who are you gonna do for 'em? One guy, one act, one time.
Right, and the minute I name a guy, you're gonna be like, "I knew you're a cocksucker from the first time I laid eyes on you. Steve McQueen? Huh, that's your fantasy? You fucking closet case motherfucker."
Steve McQueen?
Fuck you. It's a setup.
Both Olson twins. Ashley. Kate...
Mary-Kate. And yeah, I admire her body of work.
They're yours. All you gotta do is name a guy.
I'm not catching, I'm pitching.
No problem.
So, what's my role in your little drama?
I thought you might broker a meeting, you know... help your fearless leader see the light about his new friend on the council.
And I should tell him, what? Make nice or invest heavily in petroleum jelly?
Hey, his ass, his choice.
BCBunny Colvin
Somewhere back in the beginning of time, this district had itself a civic dilemma of epic proportions. The city council had just passed a law that forbade alcoholic consumption in public areas; on the streets and on the corners. But the corner is, it was and it always will be the poorman's lounge. It's where a man wants to be on a hot summer's night. It's cheaper than a bar. Catch a nice breeze and watch the girls go on by. But the law is the law so what are the western cops gonna do? They arrest every dude for tipping back a High Life, there'd be no time for any other kind of police work. And if they look the other way, they open themselves up to all kinds of flaunting, all kinds of disrespect. Now, this is before my time but somewhere back in the 50's or the 60's, there was a moment of goddamn genius by some nameless smokehound who comes out the Cut-Rate one day and on his way to the corner he slips that just bought pint of elderberry into a paper bag. A great moment of civic compromise. That small wrinkled ass paper bag allowed the corner boys to have their drink in peace and gave us permission to go and do police work. The kind of police work that's actually worth the effort, that's actually worth taking a bullet for. Dozerman got shot last night buying three vials. Three. There has never been a paper bag for drugs. Until now.
SSapper
Yo, Omar, this right here, is a Barksdale joint.
[nonchalant] Do tell!
S3 E3Dead Soldiers
If the Gods are fucking you, you find a way to fuck them back. It's Baltimore, gentlemen; the Gods will not save you.
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?
S3 E4Hamsterdam
From the looks of things, Stringer Bell's worse than a drug dealer.
He's a developer.
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