Listen to me, you f***. You did a lot of s*** here. You played a lot of f***ing cards, and you made a lot of f***ing people do a lot of f***ing things they didn’t wanna do. This is true. We both know this is true. You, McNulty, are a gaping a**hole. We both know this. F*** if everybody in CID doesn’t know it. But f*** if I’m gonna stand here and say you did a single f***ing thing to get a police shot. You did not do this, you f***ing hear me? This is not on you. No, it isn’t, a**hole. Believe it or not, everything isn’t about you. And the motherf***er saying this, he hates your guts, McNulty. So you know if it was on you, I’d be the son of a b**ch to say so. S*** went bad. She took two for the company. That’s the only lesson here.
American democracy. Let’s show those Third World f***s how it’s done.[after telling Landsman to stall a murder investigation]
Let’s be clear, Detective Freamon. When I f*** you over, you’ll know it. You’ll be so goddamn certain, you won’t need to ask the question.[Lester Freamon: Colonel, respectfully, did you just f*** me over without giving me even half a chance to clear this case?]
Bunny, you cocksucker, I got to give it to you, a brilliant idea. Insane and illegal, but stone f***ing brilliant nonetheless. After all my putting my foot up people’s asses to decrease the numbers, he comes in and in one stroke, gets a f***ing 14 percent decrease. F***ing shame it’s gonna end our careers, but still.