The Wire Season 2 Episode 11

Amanda Reese: Name names, and come clean. You help yourself, and your union.
Frank Sobotka: Help my union? For 25 years we've been dyin' slow down there. Dry dock's rustin', piers standin' empty. My friends and their kids like we got the cancer. No life-line got thrown all that time, nothin' from nobody, and now you wanna help us? Help me?

Spiros: You don't have to worry about Nicko. (something in Greek)
The Greek: You are fond of him Spiros. You should have had a son.
Spiros: But then I would have had a wife.

Bunk: (on detail) A different look for our boy.
McNulty: Yeah, Perry Ellis, or something.
Bunk: Now, how would a just-rolled-out-of-bed-looking motherfucker like you, know the designer?
McNulty: (pauses) Okay, I'm guessing.
Bunk: It's a Joseph Abboud. He puts dark buttons instead of brass on his blazers. That's the Abboud signature.
McNulty: You know what they call a guy who pays that much attention to his clothes, don't you?
Bunk: A grown-up?

Frank Sobotka: You know what the trouble is, Brucey? We used to make shit in this country, build shit. Now we just put our hand in the next guy's pocket.

Agent Fitzhugh: State your name.
(Sergei stays silent)
McNulty: No name huh? Well, for now, we'll just call you, Boris.
Sergei: Boris. Why always "Boris?"

Bunk: Boy, them Greeks and those twisted-ass names.
McNulty: Man, back off the Greeks. They invented civilization.
Bunk: Yeah? Ass-fucking, too.

(McNulty having trouble loading camera)
Bunk: Maybe you ought to set up an easel on the sidewalk and do a sketch instead.

McNulty: You know what they call a guy who pays that much attention to his clothes, don't you?
Bunk: Mhm, a grown-up.