Sergeant Al Powell: I shot a kid. He was 13 years old. Ohhh, it was dark, I couldn't see him. He had a ray gun, looked real enough. You know, when you're a rookie, they can teach you everything about bein' a cop except how to live with a mistake. Any...
Sergeant Al Powell: [about McClane] In fact, I think he's a cop. Maybe not LAPD, but he's definitely a badge. Dwayne T. Robinson: How do you know that? Sergeant Al Powell: A hunch, things he said. Like being able to spot a phony ID. Dwayne T. Robinso...
[while mourning Radio Raheem, who just got choked to death by the cops] Coconut Sid: It ain't safe in our own fucking neighborhood! Never was. Never will be. Sweet Dick Willie: We ain't gonna stand for this shit no more, Sal. Ain't gonna stand for no...
John McClane: [after realizing that all of the city's cops are busy searching schools for Simon's bomb] What is it that Wall Street doesn't have? Zeus: What, is this shit catching? You're talking in riddles! John McClane: No, man, stay with me, what ...
Raoul Duke: Of course, I could hear what the clerk was really saying. Clerk at Flamingo Hotel: Listen, you fuzzy little shithead! I've been fucked around in my time by a fairly good cross-section of mean-tempered, rule-crazy cops, and now it's my tur...
Raoul Duke: If the pigs were gathering in Vegas, I felt the drug culture should be represented as well. And there was a certain bent appeal in the notion of running a savage burn on one Las Vegas hotel, and then just wheeling across town and checking...
Jimmy Conway: Watch this. Henry Hill: Ah, don't fuck with them. Jimmy Conway: I do it all the time. Bust their fucking balls. Henry Hill: Don't give'em the satisfaction, the fucks. Jimmy Conway: [taps on car window of two cops following him, who had ...
Big Dave: Listen, I ain't saying a fucking word. I already talked to the fucking cops. Patrick Kenzie: All right. Dave, right? Big Dave: Big Dave. Patrick Kenzie: Big Dave. All right. I'm Medium Patrick. Nice to meet you. Big Dave: You're a little fu...
Lau Kin Ming: I have no choice before, but now I want to turn over a new leaf. Chan Wing Yan: Good. Try telling that to the judge; see what he has to say. Lau Kin Ming: You want me dead? Chan Wing Yan: Sorry, I'm a cop Lau Kin Ming: Who knows that?
Beat Cop: Had a jumper here last night, Dixie was walking by, saw the whole thing. Roger Murtaugh: You got a statement from her, send her home. Dixie: Oh, thanks, I'm beat. You know how it is... Roger Murtaugh: Yeah, yeah, sure. All dressed up and no...
[viewing the crime scene of Leo Crow's murder] Danny Witwer: I worked homicide before federal. This is what we call an orgy of evidence. You know how many orgies I had as a homicide cop? Officer Fletcher: How many? Danny Witwer: None. [crouches down ...
Frank: Ludwig! Thug: Drebin! Frank: Yeah, I'm Drebin! Thug: I have a message for ya from Vincent Ludwig! [fires his gun at Frank] Thug: Take that, you lousy cop! Frank: I'm sorry! I can't hear ya! Don't fire the gun while you're talking!
Carol: Max made fools of us, Noodles! He wanted to die! Did you know his old man died in the nuthouse? Max didn't want to end up the same way, so he put the idea in our heads to tip off the cops. And when they stopped the truck, Max started shooting ...
Stella: How much do we need to bail Lisa from jail? Jeff: Well, this is first offense burglary, that's about $250. I have $127. Stella: Lisa's handbag. Uh... 50 cents. I got $20 or so in my purse. Jeff: And what about the rest? Stella: When those cop...
Barto: How long have you been with the BCI now, Serpico? Frank Serpico: All my life. Barto: That's long enough to know how we do things. Frank Serpico: Barto, it's not just that. [in a sarcastic tone] Frank Serpico: You don't like me! Barto: BCI neve...
David: I'm going to the police. Jack was right. Alex: Jack is dead! David: Jack is dead and six people are dead. There's gonna be a full moon tonight. I'm going to the cops. Alex: David, please be rational. Let's go to Dr. Hirsch. David: Yeah, be rat...
Well, stop it or . . . Crap, is that Drunk Santa currently mooning passing traffic?” “Wow, that’s some ugly ass he’s got there. It is Drunk Santa. Oh, please, do we have to stop? Think of the smell. Fear it.” “We can’t leave that ugly a...
Hardly unaware of his image, Bradlee even cultivated it. He delighted in displaying his street savvy, telling a reporter to get his ass moving and talk to some real cops, not lieutenants and captains behind a desk; then rising to greet some visiting ...
And then the other guy will look really sheepish, and mumble that, okay, maybe he tried to make a run for it, and maybe he took a drunken swing at the arresting officer, and maybe he made a couple of off-color remarks about law-enforcement profession...
So, how’d you get the tattoo?” she said. “Drunken frat boys don’t say no to things their drunken frat brothers are telling them to do.” “That almost sounds like an admission of weakness from the invulnerable Andrew Sheffield.” “Not we...
A steel door clapped open as a guard stepped from the bulletproof viewing station across the hall. "Adams!" "That you?" "I told you, I don't know-" The cop pointed straight at him. "Jeffrey Adams! Front and center!" The black man helped him rise to h...
