(Male) Yo J., What up, son, where you been?
(Other male) Ain't been no where T. Just layin' low, man.
OMAR: Now watch, you gonna see Donnell's little brother come on out with that laundry basket.
DANTE: And the take's in the basket?
OMAR: Once in the afternoon, and one at night. Always the same laundry basket.
DANTE: How you know?
OMAR: That money got to come out somehow, man.
DANTE: So, we ain't gotta blast our way to the top floor. We just wait 'til they in the street with their shit.
OMAR: Yeah, we gonna do 'em tonight, ya heard. After it get dark.
DANTE: Just like you say.
KIMMY'S GIRL: Put the basket down now, put it down! Fuck, I said put the basket down!
(Male) Easy girl, whoa, chill.
KIMMY: Y'all niggas, ya got caught slippin'. Ya got caught slippin'. Sorry it had to go down like this baby, 'cause your ass is cute. But you got got.
OMAR: Nice, very nice.
(Male) Bitches!
OMAR: Now, that's something you don't see every day.
 

(Speaking foreign language...)
BUNK: Hey, hey.
CHINESE SEAMAN: ... English.
MIDDLE EASTERN SEAMAN: No English.
EASTERN EUROPEAN SEAMAN: ... English.
ARAB SEAMAN: ... English.
AFRICAN SEAMAN: English...
BUNK: Kunta kinte, yabbdabba dabba do.
AFRICAN SEAMAN: Huh...?
FREAMON: Hah mishy gishy gushy gushy mishy meshy mushy, motherfucker.
AFRICAN SEAMAN: Eh?
FREAMON: Eh! Negro, you can not travel half way around the world and not speak any motherfuckin' English.
AFRICAN SEAMAN (Speaking foreign language)
FREAMON: English, motherfucker!
BUNK: Two missing, and the rest ain't sayin' shit that we can understand.
SEAMAN: I tried to tell you. With the questions you all are asking.
FREAMON: We step off ship, English is once again heard, right?
SEAMAN: Pretty much, yeah. Here's what's left of Osman. He was with us since Trieste. Choksey took all he jumped.
FREAMON: You get a lot of guys jumping ship?
SEAMAN: Some. Usually after a pay, which we made in Norfolk. Choksey actually asked for an advance, which we did using ship's scrip.
BUNK: Well, nothing here in the way of I.D., papers or money. He grabbed that at least.
FREAMON: Anybody else ask for any advances while you were at sea?
SEAMAN: More than usual.
FREAMON: Yeah?
SEAMAN: A few of 'em were coming back day after day, scripting more cash. We figured they were gambling down in the holds.
FREAMON: And maybe not, right?
RUSSELL: The can with the girls was in bay nine on the bottom, outside.
FREAMON: Did you check that bay?
RUSSELL: I did. It's full of cans for export, loaded in Hampton Roads. No sign of anything except a fresh stack of containers.
SEAMAN: Officers, I'm not gonna lie to you, if you hold us another day and bring in interpreters, they're still not gonna say a damn thing. The unwritten rule is that what happens below decks, stays below decks.
BUNK: "Anke heke hop."
 

AIMEE: Sit up, Nicky, we got paying customers waiting. Ashley, sit down. You think I cut it too short?
NICK: Just don't make me look funny.
AIMEE: Ashley's pre-school called.
NICK: They want more money?
AIMEE: Just what we owe them. And her teacher says that...
NICK: Teacher? They ain't nothin', but baby-sitters.
AIMEE: Whatever. Ashley's been talking in class about how mommy and daddy don't live together.
NICK: Who asks her about that?
AIMEE: No one asks, she just talks. Kids notice stuff like that. They talk, you know? By the time she gets in elementary school, it's gonna be an issue.
NICK: Time she gets that far, we'll be under the same roof.
AIMEE: You said that last Christmas.
NICK: Christ, Aimee. You pullin' it out or cuttin' it?
AIMEE: Listen, Nicky. You want to go get to someplace better, I'm with ya. You wanna keep on like this, then I gotta rethink stuff.
NICK: Do what you feel. I'm tellin' ya, as soon as I start gettin' more hours, the first thing I do is get my own place. You wanna move in with me, great. You don't want to, at least I did my goddamn best. You want a streak, or somethin'? I could put a little purple in it.
NICK: Yeah, and right after that, I'll just go ahead an' stick ome guy's ass.
 

McNULTY: Got you good, huh?
DANIELS: You think?
McNULTY: No, I mean, well, not really. If evidence control is the posting you want, then. (Laughing) Sorry, lieutenant.
DANIELS: Fuck it, right? We brought in a case at least. Heard you were on the boat.
McNULTY: Ain't so bad. How's Kima?
DANIELS: She's inside. Asset forfeiture. And she's second year, pre-law.
McNULTY: Housecat. That ain't her.
DANIELS: This comin' back?
McNULTY: Yeah. That's the Gant case right there. Nathan looked over our weak shit, told me to go find Omar th week or she drops charges.
DANIELS: You got a neon him lately?
McNULTY: Naw, haven'tlu last thing I did was put him on a bus to New York. You keep your head low, Lieutenant. A year or two, y'l back in their favor, right?
DANIELS: Year or two and I'll be a lawyer. I got 22 years in. I'm puttin' the papers in this week.
McNULTY: You're gone, huh?
DANIELS: What the hell am I doin' down here with a law degree, right? You take care, McNulty.
McNULTY: You too.
 

KIMMY'S GIRL: Kimmy, all I'm tryin' to say is this. If you stop lightin' up all the damn time, maybe you be able to understand--
KIMMY: You know I'm gonna light up regardless.
KIMMY'S GIRL: It took us too long.
KIMMY: Motherfucker, you know I love you, but if your ass don't get to finishing counting all my motherfuckin' money. Shit, you know I love you, but damn.
KIMMY'S GIRL: Almost five.
KIMMY: We got them motherfuckers good. (Laughing) Let's see them motherfuckers gonna slip next time. Who the fuck is you?
DANTE: Omar come a-callin'.
KIMMY: Omar, shit. Yo, ain't that nigga dead? I heard them project niggers lit him up.
KIMMY'S GIRL: Naw, I heard they ran his ass up outta this town.
OMAR: Spread the word, darlin', Omar back.
 

LANDSMAN: Hey, lookit the way Crutchfield spelled "prostrate." Lookit.
BUNK: "The above referenced victim was protaste on the floor."
LANDSMAN: "Prostate on the floor." "Prostate, on the floor." That's a victim alright. That hurts bad. I love this job, I do.
BUNK: You want to hear about Philly, sarge?
LANDSMAN: Just the dirty parts.
FREAMON: The ship's a dead end. The cargo bay that held our container is full of new boxes, nothing to recover there.
BUNK: And all them sailors they lied in every language past English. Gibberin' motherfuckers, sailin' up the coast right now, laughin' at us.
LANDSMAN: Is that it?
FREAMON: Two guys jumped ship. We'll put out teletypes in case that has anything to do with anything. One of 'em left his gear and we kept that.
BUNK: Right.
LANDSMAN: Sounds like some weak ass shit to me.
BUNK: 'Cause it is.
LANDSMAN: But, your suspect had to be on the boat, right? And your boat has sailed.
FREAMON: Jay, what the fuck were we 'sposed to do, huh? Hold the ship while we chat up a crew of 40 in 53 dialects? Come on.
LANDSMAN: Well, if that isn't the plan, what is? Hmm? Officer, uh...
RUSSELL: Russell.
LANDSMAN: I am informed that you are detailed to this case as a liaison with the port police. I also understand that you are the only help that your department is sending.
RUSSELL: That so?
LANDSMAN: Although there is some small charm to a woman in uniform, the fact remains we work plainclothes in Homicide. Which is not to say that the clothes need be plain. For you, I would suggest some pants suits, perhaps, muted in color. Something to offset Detective Moreland's pinstriped, lawyerly affectations and the brash, tweedy impertinence of Detective Freamon. Rawls is watching on this one. Let's at least pretend we got a fucking clue.
FREAMON: Tweedy impertinence? I like that.
BUNK: You know what I'm saying.
(Laughing)
 

CARVER: It's not here, Major.
VALCHEK: I can see that, where is it?
CARVER: The flex squad used it last Tuesday. The vehicle log says they parked it at 22:00 hours, returning the keys to the O.I.C.
VALCHEK: And?
CARVER: We have the keys. But not the van.
VALCHEK: Are you telling me that a fully-equipped, $120,000 surveillance van, assigned to the southeastern district cannot be located?
 

WILMINGTON DOCKER: Around the world in 880 days.
(Laughing)
 

PREZ: Do we have a plan?
YOUNG DETECTIVE: A plan?
PREZ: For targeting this guy, Sobotka.
YOUNG DETECTIVE: I don't know. Maybe find out where his union hangs, go down there with a C.I. or two, make some hand-to-hands.
PREZ: How about me D.N.R.s on his phones?
YOUNG DETECTIVE: D.N.R.s?
PREZ: See who he's callin' and look for any kinda pattern.
YOUNG DETECTIVE: Hand-to-hands for now, I think.
 

STRINGER: 600... That's right.
ROCK: Yo, this too nice a block for a prison guard?
DRIVER: Shit, you couldn't pay me enough to work in no prison, man.
STRINGER: Yeah, right, no. I want you to drop all the cellular joints. Yeah, all of 'em, Nokia, Motorola...
DRIVER: Listen to Stringer play Wall Street.
STRINGER: A-ight, so call me, yeah.
DRIVER: Yo, String, why you so down on them phone companies, man?
STRINGER: While back, I took a stroll through the pit. I saw that kid we got runnin' things down there, uh, Poot. Now, he got the cellphone I gave him for the business right there on his hip, but the nigger got another cellphone that only ring when the pussy called. Now, if this no-count nigger got two cellphones, how the fuck you gonna sell them motherfuckers? That's market saturation.
ROCK: Lookey her lookey here.
DRIVER: That Tilghman, right there?
ROCK: Dressed like a prison guard and all.
DRIVER: Yeah, I see him. (Car ignition starting)
 

Steel door. The boy on the step is all, though. Stump is sittin' in the front room window, staring at the damn television.
OMAR: Y'all could see that from the step?
KIMMY: There in his damn drawers.
(Dog barking)
(Male) Shut up, dog!

 

TILGHMAN: Rat make that trash, he home free.
YOUNG MALE: Junk better get in closer if he want a shot at him.
TILGHMAN: I got 20 on mr. Rat.
BUTCHIE: Mm-mm.
TILGHMAN: Anyone fade me? Move along. C'mon, c'mon, get there, get there.
BUTCHIE: 100 says it ain't over.
TILGHMAN: Shit, I gots to take easy money. What the fuck? Motherfucker.
BUTCHIE: Sounds about over now, though.
TILGHMAN: How the hell he know what the rat gonna do?
BUTCHIE: Junk do know his varmints. (Laughing) Yeah.
 

OMAR: What's wrong wit you, boy? Look, yo, I done told you before, man. Those two babies don't move me that way.
DANTE: If I come up with a plan to do stump without 'em, you cut 'em loose?
OMAR: Now, ya gone and got strategic on me, huh?
DANTE: We do like last time and wait for him to come out.
OMAR: Only problem is, stump live in that rathole, baby. So, he ain't got to bring the cash out. See what I'm sayin'?
DANTE: Then we charge in, gun's-a blazing.
OMAR: Steel door, right? Look, Dante. What's it gonna take for you to be convinced, man, I don't bed no babies, huh?
DANTE: What you think? You gonna have to do better than that.
OMAR: Oh, indeed.
 

TILGHMAN: Thinkin' maybe do a quarter this time. If it's not too much. That a problem?
BUTCHIE: Naw, naw... I'm just sayin' you back right quick with it.
TILGHMAN: Well, it ain't like the motherfuckers got anything else to do up in there, right? The shit is every day, man.
BUTCHIE: Sounds right, it count right, too?
DREADLOCKS MALE: Uh-huh.
BUTCHIE: Boy'll bring it to you outside.
DRIVER: There's Tilghman. (Car ignition starting)
ROCK: So, his shit comin' from Butchie then.
DRIVER: Mm-mm.
ROCK: Alright.
DRIVER: Line Butchie.
 

SEAN: Santa's elves are short.
MICHAEL: Santa's elves aren't real. The elves in "Lord of the Rings" are, like, real elves.
McNULTY: Real elves?
SEAN: They should be short then.
MICHAEL: Dwarves are short, hobbits are short. Elves are tall and immortal. If you weren't too scared to watch the movie, then you'd know all about it, doofus.
SEAN: Bite me, dick breath.
McNULTY: Sean, knock it off.
SEAN: He started it.
ELENA: Hey, okay, upstairs right away, brush your teeth, pajamas. It's a school night, Sean.
McNULTY: Can I tuck them in?
ELENA: My lawyer's gonna be sending you something in the mail.
McNULTY: You're kidding?
ELENA: It's not a divorce, it's an agreement. A separation agreement.
McNULTY: Separation agreement.
ELENA: Just read it. Okay, it's for the both of us. It's to protect the both of us.
McNULTY: This is about what?
ELENA: It's just... You should just read it, okay?
McNULTY: Okay.
 

NICK: Another goddamn day we put up and get nothin'. Zig, I don't know why I fuckin' bother.
ZIGGY: Yeah, tell me about it.
NICK: One ship today, nothing yesterday. Wait for Thursday, a couple ro-ro's hit the berth and congrat-u-fuckin-lations, you grab a day. Friday's quiet again.
ZIGGY: Look at it this way, you know, at least you get the day off.
NICK: Days off is the fuckin' point, Zig. I can't keep wakin' up in the morning, not knowin' if I'm gonna get paid. I got a kid, right? I got a fucking kid and a girl that wants to get married, for chrissake.
ZIGGY: What the fuck you wanna get married for?
NICK: Not sayin' I do. But fuck if I even could without no pot to piss in. Aimee is like, what's the plan, you know? And I'm down here wonderin' if I'm gonna get a day or two.
ZIGGY: Hey, Aimee's sister brokup with Petie, right?
NICK: That's your problem, Zig, one of 'em anyway. You let that thing of yours lead you around.
ZIGGY: You know me, whiskey, cock and five o'clock.
NICK: Get off me.
ZIGGY: Aw, Nicky, look. If it's money that you're worried about, shit, you know, let's pool a few dollars together. I'll get us hooked up with a little yay-yo, you know, turn it around this morning, we make more money before lunch than we can down here all week.
NICK: Look, I ain't standing out on no corner like some fuckin' project nigger so's I get popped for pocket change. Fuck that shit, Zig. Seriously.
ZIGGY: What are you gonna do?
NICK: I'll think of something.
 

BUNK: 11900 on that one.
RUSSELL: We're looking for 14580 by the manifest.
BUNK: Can't be, the numbers don't go that high.
RUSSELL: You had to figure it'd be this way. The way the port works.
BUNK: Yeah?
RUSSELL: Why have anything other than fake companies and addresses on the manifest if you're moving a can with contraband?
BUNK: And on the other end, too, right?
RUSSELL: You can work it back through customs, but chances are, this box wasn't picked up anywhere near this rue de Rivoli address in that town of Le Havre in France. Hell, there might not even be a rue de Rivoli in that town.
BUNK: A can full of dead girls, sent to nowhere, from nowhere.
 

BUTCHIE: He been good business for me though.
STRINGER: Yeah?
BUTCHIE: Two, three quarters a week. Mr. Tilghman's money always right, always on time.
STRINGER: That's why we comin' to you for the set up. You the man to him.
BUTCHIE: I'm just sayin'.
STRINGER: I know, the money, and you know we gonna find a way to make that right. But like I said, I'm not askin' for myself. Now, I'm askin' for my man.
BUTCHIE: Avon's call, huh?
STRINGER: Wouldn't be here otherwise.
BUTCHIE: Avon is Avon.
STRINGER: Always.
BUTCHIE: He probably gonna roll past tomorrow.
STRINGER: That'll work.
 

McNULTY: You see what I'm sayin', right? It makes no sense to bring the girls all this way and then kill them.
FRAZIER: You go all that way to dump it on your old boss, and here you are, he case yourself.
McNULTY: It's got me thinkin' is all.
FRAZIER: It's a little late for that, McNulty.
McNULTY: Another thing, what connects the one girl in the water with all the other ones in the can? I mean, if you're right and she isn't local then...
FRAZIER: She's definitely not local. The low level of mercury viscosity in the amalgam restorations says Eastern Europe.
McNULTY: If you say so.
FRAZIER: Trust me, she's not from Dundalk.
McNULTY: Eastern Europe, huh? Can you narrow it down some?
FRAZIER: How's this, three of the dead girls were in Budapest, Hungary sometime last year.
McNULTY: How'd you know that?
FRAZIER: They bought tits there. Three of the girls had breast enhancements. We looked at the bags during the post. We pulled a lot and serial numbers and they trace back to an outpatient plastic surgery clinic in Budapest.
McNULTY: Would you call them? You might pull an I.D. from patient records.
FRAZIER: Records aren't that great. The best they could tell me is the implants were used some time this fall.
McNULTY: Three girls, three surgeries, same clinic, right? What else?
FRAZIER: What else? Fuck you, Jimmy McNulty.
McNULTY: Okay, okay, you're a fucking god. There'no one in the game who can stand in your light, Dr. Frazier, sir.
FRAZIER: You have to admit that whole Budapest thing was a helluva pull. Hey man, where's paperwork on this cat?
FORENSIC: I got it over here.
McNULTY: So go on, what else?
FRAZIER: Well, not much except the swabs show that at least seven of the girls in the box had vaginal intercourse within 24 hours of death. Two had anal and six came back positive on the oral.
McNULTY: Whoa, you tell Cole about all this?
FRAZIER: I sent the preliminary findings off to Homicide. But Cole ain't on the case, brother.
McNULTY: No, who is? It's your man, Bunk. And that older guy, his partner, they ate it.
McNULTY: Thanks.
 

Hey, I told you I brought you a soda. That better? Now, look at me. Don't let those mean boys see ya cryin'. Okay?
CHANTELLE: Okay.
I'll take care of you. (TV chatter) Mr. Stump! Mr. Stump! Mr. Stump. Them boys been teasin' Chantelle again.
OMAR: You know it.
 

(Music on car radio)
TILGHMAN: Morning.
GUARD: Morning.
TILGHAMN: Hey, Bobby, how you been?
BOBBY: Not bad. Workin' the tier today?
TILGHMAN: Yeah, on J. Have a good one.
GUARD: Yeah, you too.
 

BUNK: Oh, you happy now, bitch?
McNULTY: C'mon, how was I gonna know that Landsman would pull Cole and stick you guys? You right here with 'em, huh?
FREAMON: What did he call Cole?
BUNK: Collateral damage.
FREAMON: I'm feelin' pretty damn collateral myself, I gotta say.
McNULTY: Which is why I went to see Doc Frazier yesterday and worked some things out in my head. Officer McNulty could've paid this thing no mind, but no, when his friends are suffering, he bleeds, too. Did you see the preliminary? Positives for oral, vaginal, anal. No I.D.s, no passports, no visas, no real money. And they're coming across the water like that.
BUNK: Yeah.
FREAMON: McNulty has a theory.
BUNK: Does he now?
FREAMON: You deductive motherfucker, you.
BUNK: So, he's gonna wander in here with some Johnny-come-lately bullshit about how these girls all comin' over here as prostitutes, talkin' about how if they ain't got the cash to travel better than a container ship, then they sure as shit don't have the money to pay a plastic surgeon.
FREAMON: Then he's gonna go past that and say something about that one in the water being tossed off the ship after she's already dead from a beat-down.
BUNK: But why she got beat, he's gonna ask us that like we don't know.
FREAMON: He's gonna answer his own question, saying her swabs are negative, right? Fuck or fight with all them sailor boys, and she fought.
BUNK: So, it got a little rough. She gets banged around, she come up dead. And then somebody panics, tosses her in the harbor overnight, before the ship ties up.
RUSSELL: But the other girls saw.
BUNK: So now, the other girls, they get told to get back in the can. And our man, to cover his shit up, he gets up on top and bangs down the airpipe. Anything else you want to tell us?
McNULTY: When did you guys get there?
FREAMON: Yesterday, in Philly, when the ship's first mate told us that while the ship was at sea, half the crew was coming to him for advances on their salary.
BUNK: Oh, they had one helluva dice game going on below deck, or them boys popped the girls outta that can.
McNULTY: You talk to the crew?
RUSSELL: In what language?
McNULTY: Crime scene?
BUNK: Nope.
McNULTY: Anybody missing?
FREAMON: Two guys jumped ship. One in Philly, one in Norfolk. But that shit happens all the time, apparently.
McNULTY: Got self a helluva case.
BUNK: Fuck you very much.
McNULTY: Come on, you know what happens to all them girls if you don't I.D. them? Anatomy board as medical cadavers. Then a crematorium. Then that mass grave out at Crownsville.
RUSSELL: That bothers you?
McNULTY: Yeah, a little.
RUSSELL: Me too.
 

SOBOTKA: Thanks for hosting this, father.
FATHER LEW: Hope it helps.
BOBBY: You guys have done the background on this. You really have. This is more presence than the port unions have shown in years. Is the governor listening?
SOBOTKA: It's now or never for us. And not just the grain pier, but with the dredging. Because I don't care what the corps of engineers study ends up saying, the fact remains--
DIBIAGO: Excuse me, Bobby. I'll bring right back, I swear. I just need him to work the other side of the room on something.
SUIT: No problem.
DIBIAGO: You're wasting time here.
SOBOTKA: Huh?
DIBIAGO: Bobby's district seven, which is middle river, which means every other vote he gets is somebody with some kinda port connection. He's a good vote no matter what we do. Alright, the guys you need to be working are the guys who wouldn't have shown up if we hadn't been money at them.
SOBOTKA: Like who?
DIBIAGO: Like John Carney, from Anne Arundel. Liz Tobin, from Montgomery. Clay Savis, from over Westside. We keep hold of them, some of your stuff stays in the budgets.
SOBOTKA: And they're with us? Carney's pretty firm, Liz'll stay y solid if the environmentalists don't get to her, Clay Davis... With that guy, you wanna make sure you're the last man outta the room.
SOBOTKA: What do ya mean?
DIBIAGO: I mean, we've given 40 large to the Westside democratic organization, and this motherfucker still has his hand out.
SOBOTKA: We spent 40,000 on that guy?
DIBIAGO: Worth it, if he lets your projects sail through the conference committee.
SOBOTKA: Forty fucking thousand?
DIBIAGO: Am I your lobbyist, are you paying me? Trust me. With the players in this room, the presiding office and a little help from the governor's office, we might just squeeze some things out this session. Now, go make nice. Hmm?
SOBOTKA: Senator Davis?
DAVIS: Excuse me. Hey, partner.
SOBOTKA: People are tellin' me this just might be a good year for the port.
DAVIS: Might be. You all have been steppin' up in a lot of ways. Hope it continues like that. Ya'll makin' friends in a lotta places, right?
SOBOTKA: We're friendly guys. (Chuckling)
SUIT: Clay.
 

FED: So, they came back murders, huh? I admit I didn't see that coming at all.
BUNK: Who could've seen that?
FED: It's just that for whoever was having these girls brought over, the net loss is in the millions.
FREAMON: That much?
FED: One of these girls on the circuit, going club-to-club, up and down the East Coast, can bring in half a million over the next couple of years. And that's just for club work and prostitution.
BUNK: So, somebody messed up.
FED: In a big way.
D.O.J. SUIT: You guys called it. No such address in Le Havre. Or for that matter, anywhere in Brittany. The name and I.D. Of the driver who signed the bill of lading over there doesn't correspond to their motor vehicle database.
FREAMON: Dead ends either way.
RUSSELL: The girls, they know what they're coming over for?
FED: Some do. Some get told that they're just gonna dance, or be secretaries, or whatever. You gotta understand, they're coming from places that don't have much of anything. Romania, Moldava, Russia, Albania. 40 or 50,000 undocumented women working in the U.S. alone.
BUNK: 50,000, Jesus.
FREAMON: They need a whole new agency just to police 'em.
RUSSELL: What they need is a union.
 

TOASTER: To Stan and Kate.
(All) Stan and Kate. Happy anniversary!
VALCHEK: Thanks a lot. Good time here, huh?
PREZ: Yeah, pop.
VALCHEK: How's my detail comin'? Lieutenant Grayson, he's on top of things, right? 'Cause you know Burrell recommended him. Said he was really good at property crimes.
PREZ: We... It's gonna take a while.
VALCHEK: You think? Why, what are you doing?
PREZ: Not much. We got no D.N.R.s up. We're not looking at any union assets. We're not collecting tag numbers or anything like that. We're not looking for patterns at all. And that's the thing, see? I'm trying to tell you about the Barksdale thing. If you go in with the idea your gonna just eat around the edges, you never get a meal. With Barksdale, Daniels and Freamon had us pulling all kinds of stuff. DMV records, phone logs, corporate charter stuff, political campaign contributions. If Burrell didn't break the case down so fast, we would've brought back three, maybe four million in downtown real estate, not to mention all the money those guys were giving to political campaigns. We were deep, really deep. I been tryin' to tell you. If it wasn't for Burrell, that would've been a major case.
 

(Doorbell)
DONETTE: Hey. String.
STRINGER: You know, I just came and check up on you. See how you holdin' it down.
DONETTE:  I'm a-ight.
STRINGER: Where the little man at?
DONETTE: I just put him down.
STRINGER: Alright.
DONETTE: You want somethin' to drink?
STRINGER: Does D'Angelo know what he's missin'? I'm sure he do.
DONETTE (turning on radio): You just reminded me about something. Tags still on it. Dee had bought it before he got stopped in Jersey. Never been worn. You know, it's a shame to let things go to waste.
STRINGER: You know, you can give away the man's clothes, but that don't make him gone, right?
DONETTE: I ain't forget him.
STRINGER: You ain't been to see him much neither though.
DONETTE: It's been hard.
STRINGER: It's been hard? It's been hard on him, too. Bad things caught up in a man's head when he's on lock-down. Man need to see his baby mama. Need to see his child, too. Only one thing he needs to be secure about and if not... then he might start thinkin' he can't do that time, and then we all got problems. You understand me? How you set here? The apartment, the car, the money's alright?
DONETTE: It's good.
STRINGER: It's good. I know it's good. But you know what I'm talkin' 'bout, right? We all got a job to do and your job is to let D'Angelo know we still family. It's important. I'm an X-L.
DONETTE: No doubt.
 

BUNK: Your round, Jimmy.
RUSSELL: Jesus. I'm gonna owe the baby-sitter half my damn salary, if I don't throw myself outta here right now.
McNULTY: You got kids?
RUSSELL: Two.
McNULTY: Daddy working late, too?
RUSSELL: Not a day in his goddamn life.
BUNK: Naw, naw, naw, naw.
RUSSELL: 'Night, gents.
McNULTY: 'Night.
BUNK: 'Night.
McNULTY: What's that about?
BUNK: I don't know.
McNULTY: Hey, tell you what I'm gonna do.
BUNK: Solve the fucking case?
McNULTY: Not a shot. I'm gonna give this one a name.
BUNK: A name?
McNULTY: She's not going out to Crownsville, this one. Not on me, she's not.
BUNK: So, what are you gonna do with her? Pay for a box and a mortician and ship her back to Bumfuck, Europe?
McNULTY: No, I'm gonna find where her people at.
BUNK: How does that matter? You see, this is that Catholic shit, Jimmy. This is that little-altar-boy guilt talkin'.
McNULTY: What the fuck I got l guilty about?
BUNK: Let me count the ways
 

(Female) Good morning, Major.
VALCHEK: What the--? Wilmington? Sonofabitch!
 

(Radio playing)
RING: Frank.
SOBOTKA: Hey, Ring, how's it hanging?
RING: Not so good. Not right now.
SOBOTKA: Yeah?
RING: I'm late on my dues, you know that, right?
SOBOTKA: You're late, yeah.
RING: And I'm parkin' that piece-a-shit Buick two blocks from th house, hopin' for a lazy repo man.
SOBOTKA: That bad? I know you ain't been gettin' hours, it's been slow.
RING: Five days last month. That's all.
SOBOTKA: Is that all?
RING: Look, I gotta shit or get off the pot here. I'm gonna go with 47.
SOBOTKA: Do me a favor.
RING: Frank, you been fair, I ain't sayin' otherwise. It's just there's 60 checkers above me with more seniority, and that's all she wrote.
SOBOTKA: Do me a favor. Go down Clement Street tonight, give this to Dolores. Tell her you need a beer and a shot on me.
RING: Frank, I...
SOBOTKA: Just do that much. You have a round on me, you go home. You wanna come in tomorrow, tell me you're going with 47, I'm with you on it.
RING: Thanks.
 

SPAMANATO: Lane four, you got a trucker's code and tag.
ZIGGY: Pick me a winner, Johnny.
(Radio playing)
SPAMANATO: Hey, you're ugly enough to be a teamster.
NICK (on the radio): Lick me, you whore.
SPAMANATO: It'll be up on wheels, K-row, slot one-two-two.
NICK: Roger that.
ZIGGY: Hey, look misdelivery. Can was supposed to go ashore at Norfolk.
HORSEFACE: Yeah, where you want it?
ZIGGY: I'm gonna need it on wheels at K-one-two-two. My man'll pick it up there. Thanks, Horse.
NICK: Wrong box, misdelivery.
 

TILGHMAN: No need to count, Butch. My shit always right.
BUTCHIE: Hearin! Hearin' is believin'. Boy'll meet you outside when you ready to roll.
TILGHMAN: I'm ready now. (Barking) Uh-uh, dog. Not from me you don't. Later, Butchie.
BUTCHIE: Mm. Your man Avon ain't got no flex.
ROCK: 'Fraid not.

COMICS READER: Who you like better? Ultimate Spiderman or regular Spiderman?
DEE: What's the difference?
COMICS READER: I see I'm have to teach you everything. Excuse me, gents.
AVON: What's up, man, how you likin' the library?
DEE: It'll do.
AVON: It's easy on ya. I know a lotta people put in for the gig, but the gig go to you.
DEE: Funny how that go, huh? What, you want me to say thanks?
AVON: You ain't gotta say shit. But you need to take heed of what can be done for you, if you keep your head straight.
DEE: You just full of favors, ain't you?
AVON: You shut your mouth and open your mind and you ain't gonna be doin' but a small piece of this 20. Just like I'm only gonna do a year or two on this seven. Feel me?
DEE: I got priors. Best I can do is half. That's 10, I can count to 10, yo.
AVON: Yo, some shit is comin' down, Dee, okay. You need to think. You need to trust and you need to get your head right.
DEE: Man, my head is where I want it.
AVON: You look dusty lately.
DEE: So what? So what? What, you my mom up in here now?
AVON: Yo man, that's the weak man's road you takin'. I ain't never seen you as weak.
DEE: Look, I'm just, you know, every now and again. That's it. That's all I got to get my head up outta this shithole.
AVON: Ain't no more than that? 'Cause if that's all it is, you should be able to give it a rest for a few days. 'Cause it ain't no thing, right?
DEE: Yeah, it ain't no thing.
AVON: Then you gonna do that? I'm askin' you, man... outta love. There's always love, Dee.
DEE: Alright. Yeah. A few days. Sure, a few days.
AVON: Right.
 

(Speaking Greek)
STORE OWNER: Alright, what have you got?
ZIGGY: All digital, four megapix. 16 megs of memory, three-time optical, four-time digital zoom. That's brand on the market.
NICK: That's the Cadillac of cameras right there.
STORE OWNER: How many?
NICK: 400.
STORE OWNER: We are talking a big number.
ZIGGY: That's showtime, baby, this ain't the WNBA.
STORE OWNER: I'm thinking with these features, this brand. I can get, maybe, 350 each at retail.
NICK: Alright, cool.
ZIGGY: Nope, not cool. 500.
STORE OWNER: Huh?
ZIGGY: Yeah, see I've been calling some of the local chain stores. You know, Best Buy, Circuit City. This model goes for 550, 500 when they're on sale.
STORE OWNER: Okay, 500. Times 400 units, that comes to--
NICK: That's 200,000.
STORE OWNER: What are you looking for?
NICK: 20%. There's three of us.
STORE OWNER: I want a woman with thin ankles. But I'm going to go home tonight and there's going to be my wife. Eight percent, 16,000. That's over 5,000 apiece for you and your friends.
NICK: 20,000. Up front.
STORE OWNER: Because I like you.
ZIGGY: Oh, look at that. It's a Kodak moment, in the house.
STORE OWNER: (speaking Greek) I gotta run this by my people. They okay it, I'm going call.
NICK: Alright, cool.
ZIGGY: Did you see that?
NICK: Yeah.
 

AUGIE: You gonna insult my race, you check-and-raise piece of shit?
DETECTIVE#3: Fuck you all, Augie see it or fold.
AUGIE: I'll see it and raise you back.
DETECTIVE#2:  That's a buck to me, huh?
DETECTIVE#3: Ten-hut.
VALCHEK: Where's the Lieutenant?
AUGIE: He's, um... on the street.
 

BURRELL: I'm not a politician. I wouldn't even know how to count votes.
WOMAN: Maybe they know it's our time.
BURRELL: Hey, Tony.
TONY: Too soon to call you a commissioner? Excuse me. One sec.
VALCHEK: You sent me humps.
BURRELL: Major?
VALCHEK: You sent me a detail of humps, Ervin.
BURRELL: We can discuss this tomorrow.
VALCHEK: No, I think we discuss it now. Or I'm gonna walk in there and tell Santoni to vote against this goddamn coronation. And more than that, I'm gonna talk some shit to some of my friends about what happened at the end of the Barksdale case. Did you hear me on that?
BURRELL: The Barksdale case was a successful prosecution. Up until our people tried to chase the cash, maybe.
(Announcer) Take their seats now.
VALCHEK: Tell you what, deputy, you probably still got enough votes, but I can make it uglier than you want it.
BURRELL: What do you want, Stan?
VALCHEK: I want a real detail, with real police and a real unit commander.
BURRELL: Fine, done.
VALCHEK: Gimme that black lieutenant that did Barksdale.
BURRELL: Daniels put in his papers. He's gone, out the door.
VALCHEK: Did it meet the pension board yet? I suggest you talk to the man.
BURRELL: I'll do what I can.
VALCHEK: Don't fuck with me, Erv. I got as many friends here in the hall as you do. And with what I'm learning about the Barksdale case, I got all kinda shit I can throw.
 

TILGHMAN: Lock-down in 20.
ICE: A-ight.
(Buzzer)
COMICS READER: Yo, what's up, Ice?
ICE: You done with that "green lantern"?
COMICS READER: You can read it, but I want it back. You hit Dee?
ICE: Dee ain't up.
(Buzzer)
 

STORE OWNER: 400, good cameras, Spiros. (Speaking Greek)
SPIROS: Who brought them in?
STORE OWNER: The young stevedore, Niko... And that idiot cousin of his.
SPIROS (Speaking Greek): And I think he uses, too. Stephanos. Allo.
STORE OWNER: I don't give a damn nothing about him. Listen. I'm payin' 10 cents on the dollar for the cameras. We going to clear, what, a 180,000.
SPIROS: What about Niko?
STORE OWNER: He's smart.
SPIROS: Make the deal.
 

DOLORES: What the hell's wrong with you tonight?
ZIGGY: What?
DOLORES: You're acting normal.
ZIGGY: You know what, Dolores. I made money today.
DOLORES: Yeah? What ship was in?
RING: Hey, Zig. Shot and a beer, Dolores. Frank Sobotka says I needed it. Thanks. What's this?
DOLORES: Your change. Or so says Frank Sobotka.
RING: Sure?
DOLORES: It ain't mine, for chrissakes. If you don't take it, someone else is gonna. Your pop's a good man, Zig.
 

(Male shouting) Hey! Yo, up here! Yo, up here!
(Alarm ringing)
DEE: Hey T.C., yo T.C., What's up! Yo, what's goin' on?
(Male shouting) They fallin' out four that I seen.
DEE: What? Yo what the fuck is going on?
(Male) Bad package, yo. Hot shots.
(Radio playing)