I caught him, Bunk. On the wire. I caught him. And he doesn’t f***ing know it.[about Stringer]
I bet you there’s a f***ing police detective somewhere else looking at a table full of heads right now.[looking at a table full of photos of headless and handless corpses]
How y’all do what you do every day and not wanna get high?[to Kima]
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 s*** is just fine until one day it ain’t. One day it’s, “You should have a regular job.” “You need to be home at five o’clock.”
He rainmade you. A guy says if you pay him, he can make it rain. You pay him. If and when it rains, he takes the credit. If and when it doesn’t, he finds reasons for you to pay him more. Clay Davis rainmade you.[to Stringer]
Getting clean’s the easy part. Now comes life.
From everything we’ve given you, fire should be shooting out your ass. But no, there you sit like a genital wart.[to McNulty]
Forgiveness from other folks is good, but ain’t nothing but words coming at you from outside.
Finance, of course, doesn’t deal with the dirt-under-the-nails tangibles, unless you consider the money itself to be dirty.
F*** you? Naw, son, I’m gonna make you.[to Murphy]
F*** “right.” It ain’t about right, it’s about money.
Detective, when they ask you where you wanna go, and they are gonna ask you where you wanna go, do yourself a favor. Keep your mouth shut.[to McNulty]
