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THE WIRE – 100 Greatest Quotes (spoilers) – YouTube

January 14, 2013

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THE WIRE – 100 Greatest Quotes (spoilers) – YouTube.

 

A selection of the top 100 quotes from The Wire, the greatest TV show ever made. Contains spoilers from all 5 seasons!

 

 

 

 

Ey, yo, listen here, baby. You come with the cane, you best not miss.

 

This look like money, mother fucker? Money be green.

 

You, Mc Nulty, are a gaping asshole. We both know this.

 

Ey, yo, wassup, Lee boy? How come you wearing that suit? For real, it’s 85 fucking degrees out here and you trying to be like Pat Riley.

 

Man, look the part, be the part, mother fucker.

 

Look, the man gave the word, alright? We either step up or we step the fuck off.

 

Because this shit, this is me, yo. Right here.

 

We gone handle this shit like businessmen, sell the shit and make the profit, and later for that gangster bullshit.

 

Do the chair know we gone look like some punkass bitches out there? Mother Fucker!!!

 

You rather live in shit than let the world see you work a shovel.
Man, don’t get it twisted. I do some dirt, too, but I ain’t never put my gun on nobody who whatn (wasn’t) in the game.

 

A man must have a code. No doubt.

 

Girl, you can’t ever call this shit a war. Why not? Wars end.

 

Ain’t no rules for dope fiens.

 

The game is rigged, but you cannot lose if you don’t play.

 

It’s Baltimore, gentlemen. The gods will not save you.

 

Fuck it, then. For another pig sandwich and some tater (potato) salad, I’ll go a few more.

 

Nigger, is you taking notes for the criminal fucking conspiracy? What the fuck is you thinking, man?

 

Maybe the whole thing is over and nobody bothered to tell us. Maybe we won.

 

It ain’t like that. You see, the king stay (stays) the king.

 

I even expect to win when the wolves come night, and spend all day sporting with the puppies.

 

If I hear the music, I’m gone (going to) dance.

 

You disappoint me, String, I had such fucking hopes for us.

 

Alright, cottage cheese, **** mother fucker.

 

We ain’t got (we don’t have) a dream no more (anymore).

 

Kunte Kinte (an african name used to insult an american black person), yabadabadadoo. (An expression from Flintstones cartoon. It is used to express excitement.)

 

Ha, mishy, gishy, gushy, gushy, mishy, meshy, mushy, mother fucker. (it means nothing.)

 

Check it out, D.

 

I’m leaving the finger while I’m gone. (I don’t know what this means.)

 

The Sunday truce been around (has been around) as long as the game itself, man. I mean, you know what I’m saying, you, you can do some shit and be like, What the fuck, but hey, just never on no (on a) Sunday, man.

 

Bogstell got to go (has to go). Stringer, too. This here got to end (has to end.)

 

We used to make shit in this country, build shit. Now we’s (we) put our hand in the next man’s pocket.

 

I’ll take any mother fucker’s money if he giving it away. (if he IS giving it away.)

 

Yo, you kill a downtown nigger like that, the whole world gone (is going to) stand up and take notice.

 

 

If you follow the drugs, you get drug attics and drug dealers. But you start to follow the money, and you don’t know where the fuck it is going to take you.

 

Yeah, I ain’t no suit-wearing-businessman like you. You ´know, I’m just a ganster, I suppose, and I want my corners.

 

Do the dough, but I gots (got) place (places) to be.

 

No, no, you just pay at the register. No, man. You go ahead and handle that for me, man, and keep the rest for your time. This is 800 dollars. So what, man. You earned that bump like a mother fucker, man. Keep that shit.

 

Let’s be clear, Detective Raymond. When I fuck you over, you’ll know it. You’ll be so goddamn certain, you won’t need to ask a question.

 

He fucked with my fish, though, eh man, I don’t… He ain’t have to go there, man.

 

And you just called the mother of your children a cunt. No, I did not.

 

You gone (going to) help, huh? You gone (going to) look out for me?

 

Man, fuck a charge. This is a gov powered **** 27 calibur, full auto, no kickback, *** mayhem, man. Shit right here is tight.

 

I caught him, Monk. Out on the wire I caught him, and he doesn’t fucking know it.

 

If it’s a lie, then we fight on that lie.

 

Next, we step to June bug for talking that shit. He was a dead man for opening his mouth. He’s just walking around not knowing it.

 

All I know is that Marlo is flying his own colors. West side is about to be all Bagdad and shit.

 

Man, what the fuck is yall on the streets for, man? Don’t yall know it’s a fucking war going on, man? Get the fuck in the trunk, man.

 

I knew you’d come back. I trust you didn’t lose sleep over it. Worrying about you would be like worrying if the sun gone (going to) come up.

 

Did he have hands? Did he have a face? Yes? Then it wasn’t us.

 

Who in the fuck was I chasing.

 

It makes me sick, mother fucker, how far we done (have) fell (fallen).

 

Conscience do cost.

 

Let me remind you why.

 

Ryan ain’t in your repertoire no more, nigger.

 

I don’t know about cars, but, uh, I think these four fives beat a full house. That’s my money. Man, money ain’t got (don’t have) no (any) owners, only spenders.

 

I will kick his ass. But the next morning, I still wake up white in a city that ain’t.

 

Just a weak-ass mayor in a broke-ass city.

 

Fuck Marlo, man, fuck him, and anybody who think it is alright to do people this way.

 

Mother fuckers come to me and say, “It’s a new day, Jimmy.“ Talking shit about how it’s going to change. Shit never fucking changes.

 

So what thieving politician trumps 22 dead bodies? Good to know.

 

You can go a long way in this country killing black folks. Young males especially.

 

Fuck them west-coast niggers because there’s be more of them and we aim to hit a nigger, you heard?

 

My word is still my word. In here. In Baltimore and in any place you can think of calling home, it’ll be my word that find you.

 

The world is a smaller place now.

 

You are not even worth the skin off my knuckles, junior.

 

Jimmy, don’t.

 

You put fire to everything that you touch, McNolty, then you walk away while it burns.

 

Mother fucker! You are a cunt hair away from indictment and you see fit to argue with me?

 

Joe, you been so busy being devious, you done (have) messed around and got yourself caught up in a web.

 

How about we take your faggot ass in the backroom and get into some diabolical brutality? Find out shit the old fashion way? You feel me?

 

No matter whether he senator or not. People think he senator. I can’t let that shit go.

 

This game is rigged, man. We like them little bitches on a chess board.

 

Yo, this is my corner. I ain’t running nowhere. Is you crazy?

 

Tell me they’re talking in code, Lester. I want to go to jail for snatching something better than Marlo Standfield’s fucking lunch order.

 

This is bullshit.

 

Making robberies into larcenies. Making rapes disappear. You juke the stats (statistics) and majors become colonels.

 

Damn! You didn’t even wait to get the mother fucker in the house.

I wonder what it’s like to work and a real fucking police department.

 

The bigger the lie, the more they believe.

 

Our job is to report the news, not to manufacture it.

 

Fuck you, Gus.

 

I mean I’m all for a little pinky shit now and then, but chewing on a homeless fellow?

 

It don’t (doesn’t) seem possible. It don’t (doesn’t). That is some spiderman shit there. We missed out shot. Now he gone (going to) be at us.

 

It ain’t easy civilizing this mother fucker.

 

Marlo ain’t worth it, man. Nobody is. Marlo is an asshole. He does not get to win. We get to win.

 

Now you make sure you tell old Marlo I burn the money. Because it ain’t about that paper. It’s about me hurting his people and messing with his world. Tell that boy, he ain’t man enough to come down to the street with Omar.

 

Ain’t no shame in holding on to grief as long you make room for other things, too.

 

But now, nigger.

 

What the fuck you do that for? That was for Joe.

 

Jesus, what the fuck did I do?

 

All the pieces matter.

 

There a thin line between heaven and hell.

 

All in the game, yo.

 

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