The Best The Wire, Season 2, Episode 9 Quotes

The: The world is a smaller place now. And the FBI cares very much about such things.

- then an overt attempt to... engage.
- Spot on.
- Detective freamon with Baltimore homicide.
- What do you guys have in vicap for male victims, headless or faceless, and missing both hands?
- State?
- Middle Atlantic region.

- We took out the last of it. No problems.
- Ok, then we go.
- What about ilona?
- She is home. They kept the children.
- There are always more children.
- Why don't we tap that cellphone, even if we don't know who we're tapping?
- That call mightjust be our PC.
- And this here is the little king of everything.

- Bang-bang-bang. Bang-bang-bang.
- Ok, get dressed. I pressed you some clothes and laid them out.
- And don't forget that book bag neither.
- You got your chrome, young 'UN?
- I'll take mine.
- Y'all mind the crossfire, hear? Let's go.

Det. Lester Freamon: You do any accents? English, British, Scottish, something like that?
Off. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: [trying British accent] Crikey! I was looking to get a little hanky-panky and this one bloke gave me this number to call when I got across the pond.
Det. Shakima 'Kima' Greggs: [laughs]
Det. Lester Freamon: [laughs] Work on it, son.

- you will see a stranger you will see a stranger...
- 11-34, what's your 20?
[Bunk] I'm at the overpass on wicomico.
- Copy that.
- Ok, we're on here.
- Good evening.

- Same consistencies on all the barrels.
- Nothing else in there.
- Nothing but the pigments.
- What's going on?
- I don't know nothing, horse.
- Swear to god. Tonight I'm just a dumb white boy from locust point.

- Give and take on both sides.
- You hear me?
- Yeah.
- Ok, anything that fired a bullet out on that corner has gotta disappear.
- Not the storm drains.
- Call that nigger shamrock and drive all that chrome over to the harbor.
- All right.

[Jimmy McNulty has been acting as the bait for a raid on a brothel. He is typing up his report]
Off. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: [to Rhonda, looking at his report] There were two of them, I was outnumbered.

Sergei: [on the phone] Did he have hands? Did he have a face? Yes? Then it wasn't us...
Sergei: [laughs, hangs up the phone] ... idiot.

- Clean, yes.
- If there is no problem, bring in the la-z-boys. I will meet you.
- Recognize that voice?
- The man from the warehouse phone.
- That's the same guy?
- Same guy, new number.
- Who you calling?
- Pearlman, at home. Another affidavit and we're back on the main stem.

- Avon gotta send the word and wait for word to come back, set up a price, talk to brother mouzone, set up the whole shit.
- That's a week or maybe two.
- By then, your people's gonna be in the towers and if the money's right then that is what it is.
- Ain't no nigger from New York gonna change the facts from the ground.

- Believe me, we ain't short on papennork here either. Agent koutris?
- Not much to it. We pulled his chain in a stolen goods case I worked in '95, '96.
- He was just crumbs, so no charges.
- But I did an interview.
- The guy struck me as just a mope playing it slick.
- Yeah, I can send you what I got.
- All right. If you need it, let me know.

- I don't say it to upset you.
- Just to state a fact.
- He doesn't think so.
- Nobody ever thinks they're stupid.
- It's part of the stupidity.
- You don't need to tell us what happened.
- We know.
- We got you, we got your guns, we got the whole fucking story.
- Where that lawyer at, man?

- 12-08 to 11-37, you there?
- 11-37, what you got?
- That last truck is on the move. It sits there for days and they don't off-load a thing.
- 10-4.
- They're testing us. Moving clean cans.

- Hey, fucknuts.
- What the fuck is wrong with you?
- Christ, Ziggy. What the... zig...
- Jesus, zig. What the fuck?

- well, you don't have to worry if you hold onto Jesus' hand we'll all be safe from Satan when the thunder rolls we just gotta keep the devil way down in the hole

- and you're moving your golf trophies upstairs to the commissioner's office, now you're freezing me out, huh?
- Fucking rat fuckers, all of you.
- This is my case. Mine!
- And now you're gonna tell me who the target is?
- Not fucking likely.

- They coming up the alley!
- They coming back!
- Aim for the chest, brother.
- Yo. Slide up.

- Four and a half million in the capital budget that's set to pass house and senate.
- Money'll be allocated for next year.
- Congratulations, frank.
- What kind of stevedore drinks champagne?

- or we will see the police.
- If not, no more worries.
- All right.
- We are off the warehouse phone now?
- I've given the new number to our people.
- This is bullshit. If they were onto the truck, they would've searched it.

- Spot something. Spot on it.
- Let's go.
- Whoa. Why?
- We're supposed to get in quick.
- Calm the fuck down. They ain't gonna flush a half-dozen whores down the toilet.
[Woman] Who is it?
- Baltimore police.
- What do you want?
- To lock your ass up.
- Hands. Let me see 'em. Hands.

- I know that your heart is heavy.
- I know.
- But them wolves is at that door.
- As long as them towers are still standing, I am, too.
- And I'll be damned if! Let everything we fought for go to shit.
- So I'll talk to him.

- Paint pigments. They ship them in for the scl plant down at Fairfield.
- It's in there somewhere. Run it.

- waiting us out.
- I, for one, am a patient motherfucker.
- Don't waste film.
- I been here so fucking long that you're starting to look good to me.
- Anything?
- The drugs go in, they gotta come out.
- I mean, what the fuck?

[Speaks Greek] We need to talk.
- Anyone following?

- Hold up, string...
- No, that's a simple thing, my nigger.
- You drive the guns to the water.
- You look around, you ain't see anybody, you throw the guns... in the water.
- Splash.
- Now, get the fuck out of here, man.
- Exceptyou, young'UN.

Off. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: What the fuck is that?
Asst. State's Atty. Rhonda Pearlman: It's a man's purse. European men like yourself sometimes carry one.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [mumbles] Hm. Them people ain't right over there.

- You can have 734, 770 and 221.
- I keep the other three.
- How you gonna tell it to avon?
- It makes sense, don't it?
- He gonna hear something when it makes sense.
- Right?

- As a pervert, this report is gonna make you a bpd legend.
- I can't perjure myself. I gotta explain it.
- You have violated a half-dozen departmental regs right there.
- And no state's attorney is gonna bring this into court.
- The girls are being deported.
- We did the raid just to tickle the wire.
- There were two of them. I was outnumbered.

- Down in the hole down in the hole you gotta help me keep the devil down in the hole

- You got friends in high places, Nicky.
- Four a pack for you.
- All right, cool.
[Man] Thank god for the Russian's cellphone.
- They might be laying off the warehouse, but he ain't changing.
Sergei 'Serge' Malatov: Did he have hands?
- Did he have a face?
- Yes? Then it wasn't us.

- Drama done with, boy.
- You gotta get yourself to school.
- Get in, damn it!
- Tt, you hear me?
- Come on now. The drama's done.
- Get your bags and get yourself to school.
- I told you, you gotta get ready...

- You just fucked up. Way you looked at the bag, you know what's in there.
- That's you, right there, fucking up.

Joseph: Young boy killed over bullshit, now you got the police crawlin' all the way up yo' ass. It's a good day to be a Eastside nigga, I gotta say.
Russell: Thing is, it ain't gonna happen like that if I take you up on your offer. I'll be out there sellin' that real, and our boys ain't gonna be scufflin', ain't gonna be scufflin' or standin' on nobody else's corner startin' no shit.
Joseph: You Westside. You musta heard of Charlie Sollers, right?
Russell: No.
Joseph: Goes all the way back to Franklin and Fremont. I mean, all the way back to the '60s and shit.
Russell: Sollers?
Joseph: Sold heroin like it was water. I mean, the muthafucka made himself some money.
Russell: I don't know who the fuck you talkin' about.
Joseph: I know you don't. And the police don't. And the stickup boys wouldn't have a fuckin' clue either, 'cause Charlie Sollers just sold dope. No profile, no street rep. Just buy for a dollar, sell for two. Sometimes when your back up against the wall, you go to the gun. I know, I been there. But you ain't gotta live by it. Avon... Avon a soldier. That's who you want with you when the shit fly. But as far as bidness go...
Russell: [thinks for a few seconds] You still got that connect?
Joseph: Right off the boat, String.
Russell: A'ight. Imma buy from you at the price you payin'... and I'll let you walk that shit straight in the towers. You can have 734, 770, and 221. I keep the other three.
Joseph: How you gonna tell it to Avon?
Russell: It makes sense, don't it? He gonna hear somethin' when it makes sense.
[Joe shrugs]
Russell: Right?

- Decisions, decisions.
- Would it be wrong to take two?
- Attaboy.
- We should get upstairs.
- Nothing but paint pigments.
[Man] Trust me, old friend. It's there.

- Stay on it!
- Shit!
- Bitches!
- That's right, come out.
- Why you hiding?
- What's happening?
- Come on!
- Move out, yo!
- Yaaah!

- No, I'm a traveling salesman.
- I travel and, you know...
- Where do you live?
- I'm not gonna tell you that.
- I live out of town.
- I don't think we can help you tonight.
- Thank you.
- You sucked. I mean, really.
- Fuck if I thought I was gonna be interrogated.
- I'm just looking to get laid, right?