We get the grant, we study the problem, we propose solutions. If they listen, they listen. If they don't, it still makes for great research. What we publish on this is gonna get a lot of attention.
Come on with it, motherfuckers! I don't give a FUCK! [shoots at Chris] I'm right here! [shoots at Snoop] You ain't puttin' me in one of those empty-ass houses neither!
[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.
You know what he is? He is a vandal. He is vandalizing the board. He is vandalizing this unit. He is a Hun, a Visigoth, a barbarian at the gate clamoring for noble Roman blood and what's left of our clearance rate.
I been doin' this a long time. I ain't never said nothin' to no cop. [Bodie sighs] I feel old... I been out there since I was 13. I ain't never fucked up a count, never stole off a package, never did some shit that I wasn't told to do. I've been straight up. But what come back? Hmm? You think if I get jammed up on some shit, they be like, "All right, yeah. Bodie been there. Bodie hang tough. We got to his pay lawyer. We got a bail". They want me to stand with them, right? Where the fuck they at when they supposed to be standin' by us? I mean, when shit goes bad and there's hell to pay, where they at? This game is rigged, man... we like them little bitches on the chessboard.
Yo, I'm not snitchin' on none of my boys. Not my corner, and not no Barksdale people. Well, what's left of 'em. But, Marlo, this nigga and his kind, man, they gotta fall. They gotta.
[De'Londa is talking to Wee-Bey about her kicking Namond out of her home, and of Colvin's request to take him in.]
WBWee-Bey
... Then you put 'im out, huh?
DLDe'Londa
He need to get hard.
WBWee-Bey
[shrugs] Well, if he out, then he out.
DLDe'Londa
[in irritated tone] Oh, no you not. You ain't gon' take my son away from me! Not for these—
WBWee-Bey
[in aggravated tone] Remember who the fuck you talkin' to right here! Remember who I am. My word is still my word -- in here, in Baltimore and in any place you can think of callin' "home", it'll be my word that find you. Man come down here to say my son can be anything he damn please.
DLDe'Londa
'Cept a soldier.
WBWee-Bey
Yeah? Well, look at me up in here... who the fuck would wanna be that if they can be anything else, De'Londa? Hmm?
DLDe'Londa
So... you cuttin' me off, too?
WBWee-Bey
[sighs] You still got me. We'll get by... but you gon' let go of that boy. Bet that.