The Best The Wire, Season 1, Episode 8 Quotes

- Kima.
- The Lincoln, we're on it.
- Hang back. Let's see where he goes.

- Look, I didn't do a damn thing, lieutenant.
- You got a beef, it's with the judge.
- Yeah, he got the deputy's memo, he called his own shot.
- Well, ask greggs if you don't believe me.
- Look, I've got to go.

- Keep the cash. Write him a receipt.
- He wants to put a claim in with the city solicitor, he can.
- But they're gonna ask him where he got the pile.
- Uh-oh. The angel of death.
- Who's that?
- Major Reed, iid.
- Lieutenant, a word.

- I thought mora was number nine.
- Listen, guys, we're gonna play that spy game. Do you remember the spy game?
- Who's it?
- That tall black guy over there.
- You're supposed to say
- African-American, dad.
- African-American.
- I'm the front, you're the follow.
- I was the follow last time.
- Don't argue, go on. Go.

- What's the shift lieutenant doing going up the back stairs to the deputy ops?
- What are you saying?
- Nothing.
- Goddamn right.
- Why, he got something on you?
- You say you got the deputy's ear.
- What the fuck's he got on you?
- Only rank, detective.

- Yo, stink. What about the rules, yo?
- Special occasion, yo.
- Yo, bey.
- I'm gonna throw up.
- No, you ain't.

Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: [about the wiring detail] Lester, are we still cops?
Freamon: Technically, I suppose so.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: OK, I was just checking.

- Best we do is break out even, right?
- What?
- I'm saying, this shit got personal.
- Ain't nothing else to it.
- So, you talking about letting it slide.
- For a time, maybe.
- I'm saying we put the word out that you ready to talk a truce.
- When this nigger come out from underneath his rock, you hit him.
- But right now? This shit got out of hand.

[Barksdale] Motherfucker.
- Oh!
- Do your fucking job!

- The court wants its 60 days.
- If you take this wire down on Friday, you'll be in contempt of court on Monday.
- Understood?
- And all the best to Arlene and the kids.
- Yeah.
- Who's your daddy now?

- And though there's no criminal charge, you think it wise to try to keep it.
- You shit all over yourself, all over me, all over this department.
- I told you, no surprises, remember?
- 20 even.
- Sign here, or you can count it yourself if you want.
- So I can leave now?

- "a, notify the commanding officer.
- "B, notify the shift lieutenant.
- "Or c, notify the ranking female officer."
- I go with d.
- Bitch-slap the side partner for dipping into my private stock, then take missy home and fuck her till she smiles.

- Right, they took your gun.
- For shooting your car.
- No, that was before.
- That's right, that was something else.
- Right.
- You believe this guy? Like there are fucking stripes on his sleeve.
- You guys need to get up on those rooftops today.
- See what these mopes are using for phones.

- You start following the money, you don't know where you're going.
- They don't want wiretaps or wired cls or anything else they can't control.
- Because once that tape starts rolling, who knows what's gonna be said?
- That son of a bitch mcnulty asked me what the deputy had on me.
- He actually asked me that.
- What did you say?

- They're both brown hair, one that big, the other about that big.
- He's wearing...
- I don't know what the fuck he's wearing.
- 'Will Michael and Sean mcnulty please report to the offices at the rear of the market?
- Michael and Sean mcnu/ty.
- 'Please report.'

[Man] Who got black tops?
[2nd man] Black tops?
[Man] Over there.
Omar: Hey, now.
[Man] What the fuck?

- No, just scar. His boy break, we gonna let him.
- But if he raise up, I'm on him.
- Damn, I wish bird was here.
- Bird be loving this shit right here.
- Which do remind me, we get up out of here, you need to drop that shit down a storm drain.
- Give me some time to go around the block and set up on the other side. All right?

- Look at this shit.
- What the fuck is that?
- Let me look at that shit.
- Bird told me that shit. Look at that.
- Fucking Peter-puffer, get the fuck out of here.

- Do something else.
- I am. I'm gonna have to. Shit.
- Can't stay pretty forever.
- It's not forever, right, d?
- And then what?
- You pretty now.
- Now we pretty.

- Walked up in there, told them I was on the corner, caught a stray.
- Police come talk to you?
- Just a roller, no homicide.
- Put it out there.
- Not just our people, either.
- I'm talking about any nigger who wants to step up. Put out the word.
- Ten on Omar or any motherfucker standing with Omar.
- Y'all niggers ain't got shit to do but be on this motherfuckin' hunt. Be on it.

- Kima!
- Deputy called, mad as the devil.
- Tell them to quit packing.
- We're back up on the wire.
- Kima.
- Mcnulty or the judge? Or both?
- This time the judge.

- really, the thing to do is just to ask for it.
- All I do is put money in your pocket and make sure you don't stray from the nest!
- Sit down. The last motherfucking thing I need is for the clean name on my liquor license to be dirtied the fuck up by you.
- You understand that, right?
- Avon, come on, man. Come on, avon.

- Trace lab ain't gonna have shit on the bunk.
- That shit. No fucking case file, detective.
- Where are your fucking shoes, man?
- Ma'am, you seen his shoes?
- Give me that pussy, and now you gonna take my shoes?
- Eh... that ain't right, shit.

- Tonight's mine.
- I tell you what, I'm gonna roll out.
- Here's the money I would've spent on your ass.
- Hey, Jimmy.
- Call Nadine and tell her I caught one and I'm out on the street.
- I lied for you, didn't I?

Wallace's: Eight?
Wallace: Damn Cyril look! Close your eyes. You workin' a ground stash. 20 tall pinks. Two fiends come up at you and ask for two each, another one cops three. Then Bodie hands you off ten more. But some white guy rolls up in a car, waves you down and pays for eight. How many vials you got left?
Wallace's: Fifteen?
Wallace: How the fuck you able to keep the count right and you not be able to do the book problem then?
Wallace's: Count be wrong they fuck you up.

- If rawls sees my fingerprints on this, he'll run my nuts through a cheese grater.
- Fuck you, Jimmy.
- How's it going with it?
- Pretty good.
- I like this kid who's fucking my victim's old girlfriend.
- Ray, can I talk to you for a minute?
- In my office.

- where a drug suspect leaned into your vehicle, handing you something.
- When we signalled for you to stop, you leaned over as if concealing something beneath the passenger seat.
- Come on, enough of this shit.
- Is there something beneath that seat, sir?
- No.
- Then you don't mind if we look.
- Fuck y'all. This is some bullshit.

Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: [to Omar, who just shot Stinkum] We're all grateful for the case you gave us on Bird. And we all have a certain admiration for your Do-It-Yourself nature...

- Will somebody please tell me what the fuck that was about?
- This is bullshit. We just gave back
- 20 large of barksdale's money.

- What if he came already and we just missed the pick-up?
- Yo, herc, what if your mother and father never met?
- How's shop doing?
- Steady rolling.
- Let's take a ride. Beef run.
- Beef run, where at?
- Pulaski, baby, the good shit.
- Get in the car, man.
- Yo, poot. You the man for an hour.

Woman in Bar: When a small change in price creates a large change in demand, then demand is said to be elastic, but some products are inelastic, meaning, a change in price does not affect demand.
- Some key factors that affect the elasticity of demand are what?
- Mr. Bell?
- Desire. Consumer need.
- Right, specifically, the ability of a consumer to delay acquisition. What else?

Omar: Lesson here, 'Bey: You come at the king, you best not miss...

Omar: Look man, I do what I can do to help y'all. But the game is out there, and it's either play or get played.

- What the fuck? If he don't wanna be down here, that's on him.
- Ain't like nobody holding no gun to his head or nothing.
- Yeah, but he ain't about nothing else.
- He up in his room and shit, all the damn day.
- Tell Wallace to come see me.
- All right.
- Be right back.

- She doesn't have a record, for one thing.
- She's just a dmv photo.
- Why else?
- I don't know. I can't really say.
- I like her face.
- Soul, conscience, whatever you want to call it. She's a citizen, right?
- It's in the eyes.
- Instinct, detective.

- Fuck it, man. Party broke.
- We drunked out and fucked out.
- You all send me out for liquor, and by the time I get back, the shit is dead?
[Bey] Look at this.
- The Knicks done fucked up they draft again.
- Yo, what's with her?
- Fucked her silly. What can I say?
- She snorted half the shit we brought up in here, too, that greedy bitch.

- Mr. Omar, you want ends on this?
- No, darling, I'm cool.