The Wire quotes

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Brother Mouzone: Lamar, where's my Harper's?
Lamar: Say wha'?
Brother Mouzone: Harper's. The new issue.
Lamar: You didn't say that one. You said The New Republic, and Atlantic, and a new somethin' else.
Brother Mouzone: I did not forget to tell you Harper's. Every week I tell you the same shit, and every week you forget half of what I say.

Bubbles: [to Kima] How y'all do what y'all do every day and not wanna get high?

Bubbles: Ain't no shame in holdin' on to grief, as long as you make room for other things too.

Bubbles: This pay how much?
Kima: Let's treat it like a real job. Say $5 an hour, $30 on a day, max.
Bubbles: That's less than minimum wage.
McNulty: But there's no withholding, Bubs. It's tax-free.

Bunk Moreland: So, you're my eyeball witness, huh? [Omar nods] So, why'd you step up on this?
Omar: Bird triflin', basically. Kill an everyday workin' man and all. I mean, I do some dirt, too, but I ain't never put my gun on nobody that wasn't in the game.
Bunk: A man must have a code.
Omar: Oh, no doubt.

Bunk: [to dead body] You moldering motherfucker don't even think about coming back a murder. Don't even think of that shit.

Bunk: [to McNulty] That will teach you to give a fuck when it ain't your turn to give a fuck.

Bunk: [types in "Peanut" in database] 89? And that's just the ones with Westside addresses.
Vernon: Man, you got to narrow that shit down. Find some way to work with all them "Peanuts."
Bunk: Motherfucker, do I look like George Washington Carver?

Bunk: A different look for our boy.
McNulty: Yeah, Perry Ellis, or something.
Bunk: Now, how would a just-rolled-out-of-bed-looking motherfucker like you, know the designer?
McNulty: [pauses] Okay, I'm guessing.
Bunk: It's a Joseph Abboud. He puts dark buttons instead of brass on his blazers. That's the Abboud signature.
McNulty: You know what they call a guy who pays that much attention to his clothes, don't you?
Bunk: Mm-hmm, a grown-up.

Bunk: Better to be lucky than to be good.

Bunk: Boy, them Greeks and those twisted-ass names.
McNulty: Man, back off the Greeks. They invented civilization.
Bunk: Yeah? Ass-fucking, too.

Bunk: He's tellin' it like a bitch. We even went to Mickey D's for him because he was so motherfuckin' helpful. Two quarterpounders. Big fries. MacDonaldland cookies. Dr. Pepper... That's how your boy roll, right?

Bunk: I'm a murder police. I work murders. I don't fuck with no make-believe. I don't jerk shit around. I catch a murder, and I work it.

Bunk: Jimmy, the look on Jay Landsman's face, he nearly cried!
[McNulty, Freamon and Bunk all laugh]
Lester: And Rawls! All afternoon, he just stays in his office with the door closed.
McNulty: Careful, you're giving me an erection!

Bunk: The bigger the lie, the more they believe.