- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [to McNulty] There you go. Givin' a fuck when it ain't your turn to give a fuck.
- [first lines]
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: So your boy's name was what?
- Snot Boogie's Friend: Snot.
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: You called the guy "Snot"?
- Snot Boogie's Friend: Snot Boogie, yeah.
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Snot Boogie? He like the name?
- Snot Boogie's Friend: What?
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Snot Boogie?
- [the kid does not answer]
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: This kid, whose mama went to the trouble of christening him Omar Isaiah Betts... You know, he forgets his jacket, so his nose starts running, and some asshole, instead of giving him a Kleenex, calls him "Snot." So he's Snot forever. Doesn't seem fair.
- Snot Boogie's Friend: Life just be that way, I guess.
- Det. Ellis Carver: What he means to say is that we are effective deterrent in the war on drugs when we are on the street.
- Det. Thomas Hauk: Fucking motherfuckers up.
- Det. Ellis Carver: Indeed.
- Det. Thomas Hauk: Fuck the paperwork. Collect bodies, split heads.
- Det. Ellis Carver: Split 'em wide.
- Det. Thomas Hauk: The Western District way.
- Det. Ellis Carver: A'ight.
- Shakima Greggs: You rogue motherfuckers kill me. Fighting the war on drugs, one brutality case at a time.
- Det. Ellis Carver: You can't even call this shit a war.
- Det. Thomas Hauk: Why not?
- Det. Ellis Carver: Wars end.
- Sgt. Jay Landsman: [referring to McNulty and Bunk] Look at 'em, Cole. Don't it make your dick bust concrete to be in the same room with two noble, selfless public servants?
- Det. Frank Barlow: Think I give a fuck? I'll be chalkin' you off one night.
- Russell 'Stringer' Bell: You have a nice day.
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: If Snot Boogie always stole the money, why'd you let him play?
- Snot Boogie's Friend: Got to. This America, man.
- [investigating a corpse in a vacant house]
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: How happy am I to see my pager go off with your call number?
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Smoke 'em if you got 'em, because this muthafucka is as ripe as they get.
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: We aren't up. Nolan's squad is up.
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: I know, I know.
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: But you had to answer the fuckin' phone, didn't you?
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: I gotta pay down my credit cards, man.
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Not off him, you ain't. Motherfucker, I leave you alone for a minute or two, what do you do?
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: All right, I heard ya!
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Well, say the words, Bunk.
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [offers McNulty a cigar] Oh, come on, man.
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Speak to me.
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [puts the cigar away] So you gonna cut and run on the Bunk? That shit ain't right, Jimmy. All right then, this is my case, my file. This shit comes back a murder, you ain't gotta do shit but stand there and laugh at me. You happy now, ya bitch?
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: This'll teach you to give a fuck when it ain't your turn to give a fuck.
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: It ain't even gonna be a murder. This muthafucka probably came in here to take a shit or somethin' and just fell out. I betcha there ain't nothin' to it.
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: [turns to leave] You hope.
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Where you goin'?
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Back to the office, where I belong.
- [he leaves; Bunk looks down at the corpse]
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: You... molderin' muthafucka, don't even think about comin' back a murder. Don't even think of that shit.