- Sgt. Jay Landsman: Officer, uh...
- Off. Beatrice 'Beadie' Russell: Russell.
- Sgt. Jay Landsman: I am informed that you are detailed to this case as a liaison with the port police. I also understand that, uh... you are the only help that your department is sending.
- Off. Beatrice 'Beadie' Russell: That so?
- Sgt. Jay Landsman: Although there is some small charm to a woman in uniform, the fact remains we wear plainclothes in Homicide. Which is not to say that the clothes need be plain. For you I would suggest some pantsuits, perhaps, muted in color. Something to offset Detective Moreland's pinstriped lawyerly affectations, and the brash tweedy impertinence of Detective Freamon. Rawls is watchin' on this one. Let's at least pretend we got a fucking clue.
- Detective Lester Freamon: Tweedy impertinence? I like that.
- Chinese Seaman: [Speaking foreign language]
- Moreland: Hey, hey.
- Chinese Seaman: ...English.
- Middle Eastern Seaman: No English.
- Eastern European Seaman: ...English.
- Arab Seaman: English...
- Moreland: 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!
- Russell 'Stringer' Bell: While back, I took a stroll through the pit. I saw that kid we got running things down there, uh, Poot. Now, he got the cell phone I gave him for the business, right there on his hip. But, the nigga got another cell phone that only rang when the pussy called. Now, if this no-count nigga got two cell phones, how the fuck you gonna sell any more of them motherfuckers? That's market saturation.
- Det. Lester Freamon: What did he call Cole?
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Collateral damage.
- Det. Lester Freamon: I'm feelin' pretty damn collateral myself, I gotta say.
- Omar Little: Look, Dante, what's it gonna take for you to be convinced, man? I don't bag no babies.
- [pauses]
- Omar Little: Huh?
- Dante: What you think?
- [Omar and Dante start making out]
- Dante: You gonna have to do better than that.
- Omar Little: Oh, indeed.
- [Valchek confronts Burrell at City Hall just before Burrell's confirmation hearing]
- Maj. Stanislaus Valchek: You sent me humps.
- Acting Commissioner Ervin H. Burrell: Major?
- Maj. Stanislaus Valchek: You sent me a detail of humps, Ervin.
- Acting Commissioner Ervin H. Burrell: We can discuss this tomorrow.
- Maj. Stanislaus 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. Do you hear me on that?
- Acting Commissioner Ervin H. Burrell: The Barksdale case was a successful prosecution.
- Maj. Stanislaus Valchek: Up until our people tried to chase the cash, maybe.
- [Burrell looks around nervously as the council members begin filing into the chamber]
- Maj. Stanislaus Valchek: Tell you what, Deputy. You probably still got enough votes. But I can make it uglier than you want it.
- Acting Commissioner Ervin H. Burrell: What do you want, Stan?
- Maj. Stanislaus Valchek: I want a real detail, with real police and a real unit commander.
- Acting Commissioner Ervin H. Burrell: Fine. Done.
- Maj. Stanislaus Valchek: Gimme that black lieutenant that did Barksdale.
- Acting Commissioner Ervin H. Burrell: Daniels put in his papers. He's gone. Out the door.
- Maj. Stanislaus Valchek: Did it meet the pension board yet?
- [Burrell hesitates]
- Maj. Stanislaus Valchek: I suggest you talk to the man.
- Acting Commissioner Ervin H. Burrell: Look, I'll do what I can.
- Maj. Stanislaus Valchek: Don't fuck with me, Erv. I got as many friends here in the Hall as you do. And with what I'm learnin' about the Barksdale case, I got all kinda shit I can throw.