Dominic West credited as playing...
Detective James 'Jimmy' McNulty
- [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. 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.
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Every Friday night you and your boys are shooting crap, right?
- Crap player: [Nods]
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: But every Friday night your friend Snot Boogie would wait until there's cash on the ground, and then he'd grab the money and run away?
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: You let him do that?
- Crap player: We catch him and beat his ass, but ain't nobody ever go past that.
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: I got to ask you: If every time Snoot Boogie would grab the money and run away, why did you even let him in the game?
- Crap player: What?
- Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: If Snoot Boogie always stole the money, why did you let him play?
- Crap player: Got to. This America, man.