Duquan 'Dukie' Weems: You remember that one day, summer past? When we threw them piss balloons at them Terrace boys? You remember, just before school started up again? You know, I took a beatdown from them boys. I don't even throw a shadow on it. That was a day. Y'all bought me ice cream off the truck. You remember, Mike?
Michael Lee: [long pause] I don't.
Reginald 'Bubbles' Cousins: Ain't no shame in holding on to grief . . . as long as you make room for other things too.
'Monk' Metcalf: Boy been throwing up all kind of backtalk about shit. Buck wild about this and that.
Marlo Stanfield: Like what?
'Monk' Metcalf: Crying about how Junebug and his people got lit up. Crying about how Omar on the street running his mouth, calling for you to step to.
Marlo Stanfield: Omar say what?
Chris Partlow: Nothing.
Chris Partlow: Omar tried calling you out by name, but shit, no one --
Marlo Stanfield: What he say about me?
Chris Partlow: Nothing, man. Just talking shit.
Marlo Stanfield: He used my name? In the street?
Marlo Stanfield: Talk, motherfucker!
'Monk' Metcalf: He just, you know, say that you need to step to and that . . . I don't know. He just running his mouth some.
Marlo Stanfield: He call me a punk?
Chris Partlow: It was bullshit, man. You ain't need that on your mind.
Marlo Stanfield: What the fuck you know about what I need on my mind, motherfucker? My name was on the street? When we bounce from this shit here, y'all going to go down on them corners and let the people know: Word did not get back to me. Let them know Marlo step to any motherfucker -- Omar, Barksdale, whoever. My name is my name!
Det. Lester Freamon: Drink with me, Jimmy! This is what you wanted, man!
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Then why do I feel like shit?
Det. Lester Freamon: Postpartum depression.
Reginald 'Bubbles' Cousins: My name is . . . my name is . . . Reginald. Round the way, they call me Bubbles. I'm a drug addict. Celebrating my anniversary. My people couldn't make it here tonight. I left a trail of fire behind me. Time going to make it right, I guess.
Sgt. Jay Landsman: From everything we've given you, fire should be shooting out your ass. But no, there you sit like a genital wart.