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SLIM CHARLES
Don't matter who did what to who at this point. Fact is, we went to war and there ain't no turnin' back. I mean, shit, it's what war is, you know? Once you in it, you in it. If it's a lie, then we fight on that lie. But we gotta fight.
WITNESS
I saw only the one of them. He was black, big I thought. With a large weapon.
BUNK MORELAND
BNBG.
VERNON
[laughing] Big Negro, Big Gun.
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BUNK MORELAND
The Bunk is strictly a suit-and-tie motherfucker.
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BUNK MORELAND
You're going to jail behind this shit. Yes, you are. You know what they do to police in jail? Pretty police like yourself? Motherfucker, we have kids. Houses. Car payments. Furniture--Jimmy, I just bought brand new lawn chairs and a glass patio table. Now you don't buy no shit like that if you planning to lose your job and go to prison. You won't even get past the ME.
MCNULTY
Watch me.
BUNK MORELAND
You're dumpin' murders on us that we can't solve, you're fucking the squad's clearance rate.
MCNULTY
Fuck the fucking numbers already! The fucking numbers destroyed this fucking department. Landsman and his clearance rate can suck a hairy asshole.
BUNK MORELAND
Marlo ain't worth it, man. Nobody is.
MCNULTY
Marlo's an asshole. He does not get to win. WE get to win!
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HERC
Lacrosse?
BUNK MORELAND
What, a brother can't run with a stick? Jim Brown was an All-American midfielder at Syracuse.
LESTER
You putting yourself beside Jim Brown?
BUNK MORELAND
Lester, um, I'm, I'm just saying...
DANIELS
I thought you were born in pinstripes!
BUNK MORELAND
Lieutenant, I was under the impression that, uh, when detailed against his will to some backwards-ass, no-count, out-in-the-district, lost ball/tall-grass drug investigation, a veteran police of means and talent can wear whatever the fuck he damn well pleases.
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BUNK MORELAND
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.
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BUNK MORELAND
[to McNulty] That will teach you to give a fuck when it ain't your turn to give a fuck.
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BUNK MORELAND
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?
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BUNK MORELAND
[to dead body] You moldering motherfucker don't even think about coming back a murder. Don't even think of that shit.
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BUNK MORELAND
How'd we do, Charlie?
CHARLIE
I almost got one to swear that the docks are actually near the water.
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BUNK MORELAND
So, you're my eyeball witness, huh? [Omar nods] So, why'd you step up on this?
OMAR LITTLE
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 MORELAND
A man must have a code.
OMAR LITTLE
Oh, no doubt.