Sgt. Jay Landsman: [Landsman knocks on Rawls' door] Major, sir?Maj. William A. Rawls: Yeah.Sgt. Jay Landsman: I been thinkin'. It's a clear violation of the general orders, I know, but... [Rawls motions for Landsman to sit] Last night, I'm at home, I'm sittin' up buck naked. And I, I got one hand wrapped around a cold domestic beer, and the other wrapped around my magnificent flaccid four-and-one-half-inch wonder, and I am trying with all my might to remember what Leila Kaufman's nipples looked like when her bathing top slipped off at the Hillendale Pool swim party.Maj. William A. Rawls: [chuckling] Leila Kaufman?Sgt. Jay Landsman: Yes, sir. Uh, summer of '72. I got this saucy wench in my gunsights, so to speak, and, uh... I am dangerously close to engorged when, all of a f***in' sudden, out of f***in' nowhere, f***in' Detective f***in' Jimmy McNulty pops into my head.Maj. William A. Rawls: McNulty?Sgt. Jay Landsman: Obviously, I gotta open my eyes and admit to myself that my whole night is ruined, at which point I got nothin' to do but think about the problems of Jimmy McNulty, because clearly, this guy and his f***in' problems are standing between me and all worldly pleasure.Maj. William A. Rawls: Clearly.Sgt. Jay Landsman: First of all... it's not Jimmy's fault.Maj. William A. Rawls: No?Sgt. Jay Landsman: No. Jimmy is an addict, sir.Maj. William A. Rawls: What's he addicted to?Sgt. Jay Landsman: Himself. [Rawls laughs] No, it's not funny, sir. As a matter of fact, it's a f***in' tragedy, is what it is. The guy, he has come to believe that he is always the smartest f*** in the room. And you know what? It's not his fault, because let's face it, he's not goin' to Johns Hopkins or joining Mensa, he's taking a f***in' job with the Bawlmer Police Department. His first two years in Homicide, he's in Ulmansky's squad, partnered with Tony LaMartino. Christ, it must've been months, even, he WAS the smartest f*** in the f***in' room!Maj. William A. Rawls: What's your point, Jay?Sgt. Jay Landsman: My point is... he can't help it. It makes him an asshole, I know, but... it's also what makes him good police. Last year, he gives me eight clearances. One of them was a decomp floater who was John Doe for three weeks. [Rawls doesn't say anything; Landsman starts to stand]Maj. William A. Rawls: Tell your boy to wrap up that bullshit detail in two weeks. He does that, he comes home. Clean slate. [Landsman smiles and leaves]