Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Can I get a Jameson?
Bartender: Bushmills OK?
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: That's Protestant whiskey.
Sgt. Ellis Carver: [to drug dealers] This shit is like unemployment insurance. Every employer gotta pay in. If I find out anyone been holding out, then he's out of here back on the street getting his head busted. The least y'all can do is look out for your own people a little bit.
Det. Thomas 'Herc' Hauk: What are you, a fuckin' communist?
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: The bosses don't know, huh?
Maj. Howard 'Bunny' Colvin: Fuck the bosses.
Det. Shakima 'Kima' Greggs: Damn boy, you smell like sex. Take a fucking shower.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Late for work.