- Wallace's Little Brother: 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 Little Brother: 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 Little Brother: Count be wrong they fuck you up.
- Omar Little: 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.
- 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.
- 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...