What the f*** you know about what I need on my mind, motherf***er? My name was on the street? When we bounce from this s*** here, y’all gonna go down on them corners, let the people know. Word did not get back to me. Let them know Marlo step to any motherf***er. Omar, Barksdale, whoever. My name is my name![to Chris]
You know, Avon, you gotta think about what we got in this game for, man. Huh? Was it the rep? Was it so our names could ring out on some f***ing ghetto streetcorners, man? Naw, man. There’s games beyond the f***ing game.
You know what they say: “stupid criminals make stupid cops”. I’m proud to be chasing this guy.[about Avon]
You hang around and you can see me preach on some young’uns. Solemn left and sanctified right.[to the Deacon]
Work it like a real case, it’ll feel like a real case, and more importantly, it’ll read like a real case.[to McNulty]
While back, I took a stroll through the pit, I saw that kid we got running things down there, Poot. Now, he got the cell phone I gave him for the business, right there on his hip. But, the nigga got another cell phone that only rang when the p***y called. Now, if this no-count nigga got two cell phones, how the f*** you gonna sell any more of them motherf***ers? That’s market saturation.
We’ve been here so f***ing long that you’re starting to look good to me.[to Carver, during extended surveillance detail]