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Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty : I'm not going.
Lt. Cedric Daniels : You're insubordinate?
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty : I'm not jumping out on something I believe's going to harm the case. You want to write me up on that, you can.
Lt. Cedric Daniels : You think I want this? I got the Deputy Ops on my ass for this shit! Now I got you showing me up in front of the whole damn detail!
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty : I don't mean to show anyone up.
Lt. Cedric Daniels : Get your vest on.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty : No. I've got police work to do.
Lt. Cedric Daniels : Motherfucker, if you felt this way, why didn't you call in sick?
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty : I'm not sick.
Lt. Cedric Daniels : [whispering] Yeah you are.
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Det. Augustus Polk : Where are the fucking run sheets?
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty : Behind the board. You all go for a taste?
Det. Patrick Mahon : Hey. We got your picture, don't you fuckin' worry, McNulty.
[he slaps an old Polaroid down on the desk. McNulty looks at it and holds it up; the photo is of an older white man]
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty : [incredulously] This is Barksdale?
Det. Augustus Polk : [self-satisfied] Avon Barksdale.
Det. Shakima 'Kima' Greggs : [scoffing] I don't think so.
Det. Patrick Mahon : Read my lips: Avon fuckin' Barksdale. His name's on the form in the file.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty : Well, excuse me for giving a shit, but I can't help but notice this is a middle-aged white man.
Det. Patrick Mahon : Hey, you want somethin' different, you give me another name. That's the only Avon Barksdale in the Housing Department files.
[he turns to Polk]
Det. Patrick Mahon : You got your smokes?
[to McNulty and Greggs]
Det. Patrick Mahon : Have a nice fuckin' day.
[they leave; Kima examines the photo and shrugs]
Det. Shakima 'Kima' Greggs : Maybe he's white.
[Kima and McNulty both burst out laughing]
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[Sydnor walks into the office wearing his undercover attire, laughing]
Detective Ellis Carver : Now look at this piece of shit!
Detective Leander Sydnor : I'm good to go, right?
Det. Shakima 'Kima' Greggs : Come here, lemme see.
Detective Leander Sydnor : [opens his coat and spins around] Detective Sydnor's ensemble is the latest in Westside project wear. Have your torn cammies by Versace. Uh, stained sweatshirt by Ralph Lauren...
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty : Where you mic'd?
Detective Leander Sydnor : Down on my dick, man. I figure they ain't gonna go down there anyway, right?
Detective Ellis Carver : I dunno, Sydnor, the way you twirlin' around, might be the first place they look.
Detective Leander Sydnor : [laughing] Fuck you. Man, I ain't showered in two days, I ain't shaved in four. Right now, I am one ripe, nasty son of a bitch.
Det. Shakima 'Kima' Greggs : Yo, Bubs. What you think?
Reginald 'Bubbles' Cousins : This your man, huh?
Det. Shakima 'Kima' Greggs : Yeah. Is he low-bottom enough for you?
[Bubbles walks around Sydnor, inspecting him]
Reginald 'Bubbles' Cousins : Clothes is tore-down enough. But he could use a little bit more stains. More dirt.
[looks at Sydnor's hand]
Reginald 'Bubbles' Cousins : What's this here, man?
Detective Leander Sydnor : It's my wedding ring.
Reginald 'Bubbles' Cousins : [chuckles] Shit, you married to the needle, boy. That shit been pawned off, if you for real. Dead giveaway. You could stand to lose about 20 pounds, some yellow in your teeth, fresh bleeds on your hands...
Detective Leander Sydnor : [annoyed] Okay, so maybe I should go out and shoot up some dope for about a year or two, right? Come back when I can really carry the look off?
Reginald 'Bubbles' Cousins : I'm just sayin', I'm just sayin', man. The more tore-down you look, the better. You gonna go down in them towers, man, they gonna check everything.
Detective Leander Sydnor : Yo, how 'bout the shoes? I mean, I know you ain't got no problem with the shoes, fucked up as they are.
Reginald 'Bubbles' Cousins : Lemme see the shoes, man.
[Sydnor holds up his foot, showing a clean sole on his shoe]
Reginald 'Bubbles' Cousins : See? You walkin' down them alleys of the projects, man, you steppin' on dead soldiers.
Det. Shakima 'Kima' Greggs : Dead soldiers?
Reginald 'Bubbles' Cousins : Yeah, empty vials. You can't walk down a Baltimore street without that shit crackin' underneath your feet. You wanna know if a fiend for real?
[takes off his own shoe and holds it up so everyone can see the glass shards embedded in the sole]
Reginald 'Bubbles' Cousins : Check the bottom of his shoes. Okay? Have him dance on some empties before we go out there. Get us killed.
[Kima laughs; McNulty looks at Sydnor]
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty : He hurt your feelings?
Detective Leander Sydnor : [smiles wryly] Little bit.