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The Wire 2×3

Det. Lester Freamon: Negro, you cannot travel halfway around the world and not speak any motherfucking English... English, motherfucker!

— The unwritten rule is that what happens below decks stays below decks.

Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Got you good, huh?
Lt. Cedric Daniels: You think?
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: No, I mean... Well, not really. If Evidence Control's the posting you want, then... Sorry, Lieutenant.

Sgt. Jay Landsman: Officer...
Off. Beatrice 'Beadie' Russell: Russell.
Sgt. Jay Landsman: I am informed that you are detailed to this case as a liaison with the Port Police. I also understand that you are the only help that your department is sending.
Off. Beatrice 'Beadie' Russell: That's so.
Sgt. Jay Landsman: Although there is some small charm to a woman in uniform, the fact remains we work plain clothes in Homicide. Which is not to say that the clothes need be plain. For you, I would suggest some pantsuits, perhaps muted in color to offset Detective Moreland's pinstriped, lawyerly affectations, and the tweedy impertinence of Detective Freamon.

Sgt. Jay Landsman: Rawls is watching on this one. Let's at least pretend we got a fucking clue...
Det. Lester Freamon: Tweedy impertinence?

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