The Best The Wire, Season 1, Episode 7 Quotes

- Yeah, let me think on it.
- Finally get some ends for us.
- You see what I'm saying?
[Tuts] Yeah.
- Most def.
- I'm out.
- Be good.
- Think on that.

[Clerk] The defendants can take a seat.
- The judge will be in shortly.
- Can I take the file?
- Here.
- Thank you.
- Excuse me, ma'am?

- And now for the most important person in this room, does anybody have 24 hours or a sincere desire to live?
[Woman] Yeah! All right!

- Hey, turk.
[Bunk] Hey.
- Where's Nadine this fine evening?
- Gainesville. Been down in Florida at her sister's all damn week.
- Shame to say, though. Lack of pussy will change even a good man's demeanor.
- Sweet as can be.

- State senator.
- Clay Davis, from the 39th district.
- Vice-chair on the budget committee.
- You'll never make major at this rate.
- Excuse me, while I do my duty and kiss some senatorial haunches.
- Clay, nice to see you again.
- Come on, let's roll.

- 12-14.
- What's up?
- Eastbound on Preston.
- Stinkum and a young boy riding shotgun.
- They're at the light right now.
- Got 'em.

- Let's see how he plays it.
- Shit.

- I'm with your boy bubs. You want out?
- Yeah.
- Plead guilty to possession and convince the drug courtjudge you want to get clean.
- Drug court?
- Shake it off in treatment, go to meetings and pee when they tell you to.
- Nojail?
- Nojail.
- I'm out right now?
- Soon as you're processed.

- Freamon.
- Visual on stinkum.
- 'Yo, we lost four to five-0.'
- 'What?'
- 'we lost four.'
- 'Why the fuck are you telling me this?'
- 'I'll talk to you later.'

- He's dropped here, so the dumpsters cover it from this side, but everyone over there with a window had a view.
- Merit badge for two good little scouts.
- Ma'am, you need some help with that?
- I'm all right.
- Please, it's our pleasure.

- The mustard seed group gives out key chains for stretches of clean time.
- So if you've earned it, come on up and get it.
- Does anybody have nine months?
- Does anybody have six months?
- Does anybody have three months?
- Yeah! [Cheering]
- Does anybody have one month?

- You think I'd run a stop with 40,000?
- Fuck, no.
- Nigger, I don't know.
- Something is up.
- So go down there today, tell them hoppers you got working for you down there that this shit is about to change.
- Stringer gonna come down there, run through the changes.
- Until this shit is straight, the pit is dead.

- Kid, what apartment?
- Come on, kid, what's the apartment?
- 11-m.
- Ok, 11-m. Is that so hard?
- What's your dob? Come on, kid.
[Daniels] What?
- It's him.
- Who?

- I'm not back with them, rawls sticks it to me.
- Well... you got a friend here.
- Worst comes to the worst,
- Pearlman goes to her bosses.
- The state's attorney's office still has some love for you.
- All due respect, I'm starting to worry more about the people who claim to love me than the ones who don't.

- You come see me.
- Tea was sold out.
- Might be tomorrow, or not for a while.
- But when you're ready for something different, give me a call.
- I'll remember.
- Motherfucker thinking he can pimp me over a candy bar.

- Tear out them phones.
- From now on, y'all need a pay phone, walk a few blocks and do not use the same phone more than once a day.
- You hear me?
- You hear me, right?
- Done.
- Bey, tear them motherfuckers out.
- Come on, man.

- that you left our little interrogation without any more scuff marks than what you brought in.
- Fuck you, fat man.
- Oh! [Laughs]
- "Fuck you, fat man."
- I thought we were friends.

- I'll be damned.
- Bird sure know how to bring it out in people, don't he?
[Santangelo] Hello?
- The Lindsey case, right?
- No, Lindsey. Martin Lindsey.
- Who the fuck is Denise Redding?

Det. Thomas 'Herc' Hauk: [Herc and Carver have been referred to as Batman and Robin] I'm Batman.
Det. Ellis Carver: I don't think so.
Det. Thomas 'Herc' Hauk: Batman's white.
Det. Ellis Carver: And Robin's black?

- Now?
- Yeah. Yeah.
- Somebody's hitting stringer's pager from tower court.
- Now?
- Now.
- What's up?

- Hey, Mike, fuck the gypsy shit.
- These are the guys that saved your ass right here.
- Thanks.
- Hey, Jimmy.
- We gotta talk, man.
- It's about rawls.

- Get the fuck outta here.
- Why don't you sign this for me there,
- Mr. One-day man?
- God have mercy when they piss you, boy.
- You mean the god of my understanding?
- We gotta get you some clean piss, to take up into your probation office.
- Yo, bubs.
- Who the fuck do we know with clean piss?

- You hungry? Ham and cheese? Tuna?
- I want a Reese's, yo. Peanut butter cup.
- Drink?
- Tea in a can.
- You got it.
- Go down to the machines.
- Get a peanut butter cup and a can of lipton's tea.

[Bubs] $5 hats, right here.
[Herc] 'Which door are we watching again?' the vacant next to the store.
- That's the shooting gallery.
- Is he still in there?
- 'Greggs is on the back and we're on the front, so you tell me.'

[Stringer] Something's up, man.
- Something is definitely up.
- I got somewhere I gotta be.
- Cover me with Daniels, will you?
- Asshole.
- Herc, carver.
[Both] What?
[Freamon] Come here.
- Come here!

- Which member of the ticket has so energized you?
- The mayor? Council president?
- The registrar of wills, maybe?
- The mayor, I might recognize if I saw him.
- For the rest,
- I'd pretty much need b of! Photos.
- You're not wrong.
- In this state, it's a thin line between campaign posters and photo arrays.

- Better men than you have turned to this lady in their dark night of dead ends.
- You're not serious?
- I don't joke when it comes to madame larue.
- The woman has an unexplainable gift in matters of death investigation.
- She transcends the rational.
- Give her a call.

- Ooh, baby, baby, baby.
- Get the fuck off me.
[Bird] Ah! Oh, my hand!
[Sydnor] Fucking bitch.
[Bird] Shut the fuck up!
- Shit is tight, man.
- We should leave the couch right there.
- Leave that shit right there.
- That's nice, that's straight.

- Early martyr, patron
- Saint of licata, Italy.
- Prayed for his killer with the knife still in him.
- But it's not Saint Angelo calling.
- It's Saint Anthony who wants to help you.
- He does?
- Very much.
- Ain't he the guy you call when you lose something?

- 'So, wait on black, yo?'
- What's white on black?
- Wait on black, right?
- Even I heard that shit.
- Black's code for stinkum.
- We picked that up once we got on his pager.
- There's gonna be a re-up of four g-packs in the low-rise court.
- Stinkum is on the re-up and it's gonna go down around noon.
- Are you sure about all that?

Acting Commissioner Ervin H. Burrell: [about political corruption] In this state, there's a thin line between campaign posters and photo arrays.

- Four hash marks in a row, one for each g-pack.
- "Lo" for low-rises.
- 12 for the time.
- "S" for stinkum.
- How long to figure that out?
- Four or five hours.
- You sit here looking at beeper messages for five hours at a time?
- I don't know, it's kinda fun figuring shit out.

- I wanted to make that shit special.
- It was, man. It fucking was.
- Take your money back.
- This is mine.
- Take it back, you old whore.
- Turk?
- Can I get one more?

- You sure that's Anthony?
- Go to the victim's grave, Bury the statue, wait an hour, a full hour, no short cuts.
- Then dig it up. Go straight home.
- When you go to bed, hold it to your ear.
- And he tells me who did it?

- Let me understand. Y'all hang around the projects, white and black together, ties and jackets on, looking to help ladies with their shopping carts and whatever else.
- Police, right?
- Afraid so, ma'am.
- About the murder a while back, right?
- Maintenance man?

- Like that?
- Yeah, that's about right.
- Do you think, if you saw this guy again...
- I...
- Please, don't be afraid.
- From where I was sitting, his back was to me.
- It's all right, you done good.
- You have any trouble at all, you call us.

- It's not my job to fuck another cop.
- Not your job?
- Tell you what, I'm gonna be so fucking fair, I'm gonna give you the choice.
- Either bring me something on mcnulty, or go out there and do your job.
- Pick a file, any file.
- Major, come on...
- Pick a murder and solve it, or bring me mcnulty. There's no third choice.

- but the art and all,
- I might have to run it up New York.
- Name's Damien price, but I mostly go by day-day.
- I'm Cedric Daniels.
- But I mostly go by lieutenant.
- They're bringing in Roberts.
- There you are.
- There's somebody I need you to meet.

- Motherfucker.
- Son of a bitch!
- Give me the card.
- You sick, heartless bastard.
- Give me the card.
- She was a gypsy woman she was a gypsy woman

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: A man must have a code.

- I would love to throw a fuck into her.
- Red hair, freckles...
[Laughs] Don't you think, Jimmy?
- As in all matters before the court,
- I think whatever the judge thinks.
- Come on, Jimmy.
- Sit. Talk.

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: So you're my eyeball witness, huh? So why'd you step up on this?
Omar: Bird triflin', basically. Kill a everyday workin' man and all. I mean, don't get it twisted, I do some dirt too, but I ain't never put my gun on nobody who wasn't in the game.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: A man must have a code.
Omar: Oh, no doubt. Hey, man, I knew you from somewhere.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Yeah? I was in Southwestern, before I came to Homicide to work Frederick Road.
Omar: Nah, I mean back in the day. You go to Edmondson, right? Yeah, you was ahead of me. I remember you was the first brother I ever seen play that sport with a stick, uh, what's it called?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [chuckling] Lacrosse, man.
Omar: Fo' sho.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Yeah. I was All-Metro attack. Prep school boys used to pee themselves when they see the ol' Bunk comin' at 'em, you know?
[they laugh]
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Oh, man, so look here, homie. Seein' as how you bein' all charitable with your recollections, what else you got in the way of open murders?
Omar: Goin' to Barksdale?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Goin' anywhere.
Omar: How far back you want me to go?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: As far as you need. Murder stay murder.

- Murder stay murder.
- Thanks.
- Gun matches. You're done, bird.
- Last chance to grab something for yourself on a deal.
- Eat my shit first, you downtown white whore.
- That's right. Take this ugly-ass cunt-eater with you, too.

Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: You know why I respect you so much, Bunk?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Mm-mmm.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: It's not 'cause you're good police, 'cause, y'know, fuck that, right?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Mm. Fuck that, yeah.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: It's not 'cause when I came to homicide, you taught me all kinds of cool shit about . . . well, whatever.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Mm. Whatever.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: It's 'cause when it came time for you to fuck me . . . you were very gentle.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: You damn right.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: See, 'cause you could have hauled me out of the garage and just bent me over the hood of a radio car, and . . . no, you were, you were very gentle.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: I knew it was your first time. I wanted to make that shit special.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: It was, man. It fucking was.