There’s never been a paper bag for drugs. Until now.
There’s always gonna be a Marlo, man. No Marlo, no game.[to Stringer]
The thing is, no matter what we call heroin, it’s gonna get sold. The s*** is strong, we’re gonna sell it. The s*** is weak, we’re gonna sell twice as much. You know why? ‘Cause a fiend, he’s gonna chase that s*** no matter what.[to D’Angelo]
The past is always with us. And where we come from, what we go through, how we go through it, all that s*** matters.
The Bunk can’t swim. I ain’t too good at floating, either.
Takes a wh**e to catch a wh**e.[about McNulty]
Spread the word, darling. Omar back.
Sometimes with the bureaucracy, the one hand don’t know what the other is all about.[to Stringer]
So, one thieving politician trumps 22 dead bodies. Good to know.
Shoot, I done lost count. Enough, though, not to take it personal.[Maurice ‘Maury’ Levy: How many times have you been arrested as an adult, Mr. Little?]
Shame is some tricky s***, ain’t it? Makes you feel like you want to change, and then beats you back down when you think you can’t.
S*** is like a war, ain’t it? Easy to get in, hell to get out.
