- Maj. Howard 'Bunny' Colvin: The truth is I can't promise you it's going to get any better. We can't lock up the thousands out there on the corners. There'd be no place to put them even if we could. We can show you charts and statistics like they mean something, but you're going back to your home tonight, we're going to be in our patrol cars and them boys still gonna be out there on the corners. Deep in the game. This is the world we got, people, and it's about time all of us had the good sense to at least admit that much.
- Man at meeting: So, what's the answer?
- Maj. Howard 'Bunny' Colvin: I'm not sure. But whatever it is, it can't be a lie.
- [watching a dealer work his corner]
- Slim Charles: Man, that's him right there. In that G35, man.
- Dennis 'Cutty' Wise: Boy in the retro?
- Sapper: That shit is tight.
- Slim Charles: For $130, it better be.
- Sapper: Hell yeah. Imma get me one of those muhfuckas.
- Gerard: [scoffs] You must gonna get that Muggsy Bogues, then. Li'l Mini-Me ass gonna be swimmin' in that Unseld.
- Slim Charles: As usual, man, y'all fools are missin' my point. That boy came up short on that money last week. And y'all see he out here grindin', so where that money at?
- Dennis 'Cutty' Wise: You need to look beyond what he drivin' and wearin' on his back. That boy got a girlfriend?
- Gerard: He run with this little freak up at the high school.
- Dennis 'Cutty' Wise: She wearin' ice?
- Gerard: [laughs] She wearin' a onion, that's about all I can remember.
- Sapper: [laughs] Hell yeah.
- Dennis 'Cutty' Wise: Yo, check out the girl. High school girl with platinum around her neck, only one place it came from.
- Slim Charles: Get my man his stick.
- [Sapper hands Cutty a pistol]
- Slim Charles: SIG Sauer. That ain't no Lorcin, dawg.
- Dennis 'Cutty' Wise: I'm used to revolvers, man..38 don't jam.
- Slim Charles: Don't hold 15, neither.
- Dennis 'Cutty' Wise: Game done changed.
- Slim Charles: Game the same. Just got more fierce.
- [Bunk tries to sneak into his cubicle unnoticed, but Landsman slowly looms up over the partition, loudly slurping a drink]
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Aw, shit.
- Sergeant Jay Landsman: You tried to sneak by me, didn't ya?
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: I was just comin' in quiet and respectful.
- Sergeant Jay Landsman: Well, for a big man, you do have a dancer's grace. But I, sir, I have the eyes of an eagle. And the fact that you tried to slither into your workspace undetected does not bode well for the recovery prospect of our missing firearm, does it?
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: I'll get it.
- Sergeant Jay Landsman: Mm-hmm.
- [Kima walks over]
- Detective Shakima 'Kima' Greggs: What up, Mr. Bunk?
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Hey, girlfriend.
- Detective Shakima 'Kima' Greggs: Vernon Holley workin' tonight?
- Sergeant Jay Landsman: Uh, yeah, he's, um, 4-to-12. You should try the coffee room.
- Detective Shakima 'Kima' Greggs: [realizes she's being shooed away] Yeah, all right.
- [she leaves; Bunk and Landsman watch her go]
- Sergeant Jay Landsman: Man, I would murder that. If she wasn't, heh-heh-heh...
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Particular?
- [pause]
- Sergeant Jay Landsman: Find that gun.
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [annoyed] Yeah, okay.
- [Landsman leaves]
- Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [under his breath] Muthafuck you too.
- Fruit: Look, we grind and y'all try to stop it. That's how we do. Why you got to go and fuck with the program?
- Det. Lester Freamon: Seems that Stringer Bell is worse than a drug dealer . . .
- Det. Roland 'Prez' Pryzbylewski: He's a developer.