"Prez, I thought you said you were turning over a new leaf." Kima leans back on her chair, feet on the table. She'll give him this much: he's no mall rent-a-cop. "Because I have to know, do the motherfucking words 'keep it in your holster' mean something different to you?"
"I am." Roland looks up from the arrest report he's reading and rubs his neck. Improvement takes time, more time than he can afford anyway. "I mean I'm trying to."
"Well you better try harder 'cause you're two steps shy of being McNulty."
Jimmy scoffs. "What's that supposed to mean?"