The Wire

McNulty: So your boy's name is what? Man On Stoop: Snot. McNulty: You call the guy Snot? Man On Stoop: Snot Boogie. McNulty': He like the name? Man On Stoop: What? McNulty: Snot Boogie. [man shrugs] This kid, whose mamma went to the trouble of christening him Omar Isaiah Betts. You know, he forgets his jacket, so his nose starts running, and some asshole, instead of getting him a Kleenex, he calls him Snot. So he's Snot forever. Doesn't seem fair. Man On Stoop: Life just be that way, I guess. McNulty: So, who shot Snot? Man On Stoop: I ain't goin' to no court. [shakes his head] Motherfucker ain't have to put no cap in him, though. McNulty: Definitely not. Man On Stoop: I mean, he could've whooped his ass like we always whoop his ass. McNulty: I agree with you. Man On Stoop: He goin' kill Snot, Snot been doin' the same shit I don't know how long. Kill a man over some bullshit. I'm sayin', every Friday night in an alley behind the Cut Rate, we rollin' bones, you know? I mean all them boy

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McNulty: How happy am I to see my pager go off with your call number? Bunk: Smoke 'em if you got 'em, because this muthafucka is as ripe as they get. McNulty: We aren't up. Nolan's squad is up. Bunk: I know, I know. McNulty: But you had to answer the fuckin' phone, didn't you? Bunk: I gotta pay down my credit cards, man. McNulty: Not off him, you ain't. Motherfucker, I leave you alone for a minute or two, what do you do? Bunk: All right, I heard ya! McNulty: Well, say the words, Bunk. Bunk: Oh, come on, man. McNulty: Speak to me. Bunk: So you gonna cut and run on the Bunk? That shit ain't right, Jimmy. All right then, this is my case, my file. This shit comes back a murder, you ain't gotta do shit but stand there and laugh at me. You happy now, ya bitch? McNulty: This'll teach you to give a fuck when it ain't your turn to give a fuck. Bunk: It ain't even gonna be a murder. This muthafucka probably came in here to take a shit or somethin' and just fell out. I betcha there ain't nothin'

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[about McNulty and Bunk] Look at 'em, Cole. Don't it make your dick bust concrete to be in the same room with two noble, selfless public servants?

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McNulty: All I did was answer the guy's questions, he's a fucking judge. Landsman: And the Deputy's the fucking Deputy, and he, not the judge, has what's left of your be-shitted career in his hot little hands.

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Carver: What he means to say is that we are an effective deterrent in the war on drugs when we are on the street. Herc: Fucking motherfuckers up. Carver: Indeed. Herc: Fuck the paperwork. Collect bodies, split heads. Carver: Split 'em wide. Herc: The Western District way. Carver: A'ight. Kima: You rogue motherfuckers kill me. Fighting the war on drugs... one brutality case at a time. Carver: Girl, you can't even think of calling this shit a war. Herc: Why not? Carver: Wars end.

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The game is rigged, but you cannot lose if you do not play.

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