Ordell Robbie: What the fuck you doin' knockin on the door like the goddamn police? You wanna die? Max Cherry: I thought you might be asleep. Ordell Robbie: You keep fuckin' with me, you're gonna be asleep forever.
The police can't protect consumers. People need to be more aware and educated about identity theft. You need to be a little bit wiser, a little bit smarter and there's nothing wrong with being skeptical. We live in a time when if you make it easy for...
There's a really classic cliche every time you switch the TV on - you see cops arguing. I have spent a day a week for many years in the presence of police and I have never seen them argue. It's a military hierarchy. They do what they're told. There's...
In South Africa, being Chinese meant I wasn't white and I wasn't black. I trained in Baragwanath Hospital, the largest black hospital in South Africa. That was around 1976, the time of the Soweto Uprising, when police fired on children and students w...
Frances Stevens: I called the police from your room and told them who you are and everything you've been doing tonight. John Robie: Everything? The boys must have really enjoyed *that* at headquarters!
[Gordon and the police arrive to arrest Maroni] Salvatore Maroni: You sure you wanna embarrass me in front of my friends, Lieutenant? Lt. James Gordon: Oh, don't worry. They're coming too.
Brian Taylor: It's been two hours. We're still waiting for the detectives to release the crime scene so we can go back on patrol. Mike Zavala: Comfortable footwear. Policing is all about comfortable footwear.
[Phil Connors is stopped by the police after some crazy driving] Phil: Yeah, three cheeseburgers, two large fries, two chocolate shakes and one large coke. Ralph: [to Phil] And some flapjacks. Phil: [to Cop] Too early for flapjacks?
[after being told they are reassigning him to a nice village he originally planned for retirement] Nicholas Angel: I don't know what to say. Metropolitan Police Inspector: Yes. Sergeant: Yes, thank you.
Roger Thornhill: Well, didn't you hear what I said? I want to be taken to police headquarters. I'm a dangerous assassin, I'm a mad killer on the loose! Sergeant Flamm - Chicago Policeman: You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
Roger Thornhill: [as the police carry Thornhill out of the Art Auction Room, Roger says to the thug who tried to kill Roger twice before in the picture] I'm sorry old man. Too bad. Keep trying.
Ellen Griswold: [leaving the house] I turned off the water, the stove, the heat and the air, locked the door, notified the police, stopped the papers. I called to get the grass cut. Did I put the timers on the living-room lights?
[last lines] Off-Screen Police Officers: Freeze! Drop the fucking gun, buddy. Put the gun down! Don't do it! Drop the gun man! Don't do it! Drop the fucking gun. We're gonna fucking blow you away! [gunshots]
SWAT Team Leader: You, in the window! Drop your weapon and put your hands on your head! Police Helicopter Pilot: [the Terminator starts firing minigun] Shit! That's a damn minigun!
Newscaster: A Los Angeles Police Department Narcotics officer was killed today serving a high-risk warrant near LAX. An LAPD spokesperson says that Detective Alonzo Harris is survived by his wife and four sons.
cop: [police break into McManus's apartment while he sleeps] Mr. McManus? McManus: [waking] Christ, don't you fucking guys ever sleep? cop: We have a warrant for your arrest. McManus: Fuck you, pig!
And across Afghanistan, every single day, Afghan soldiers, Afghan police and ISAF troops are serving shoulder-to-shoulder in some very difficult situations. And our engagement with them, our shoulder-to-shoulder relationship with them, our conduct of...
Cecilia Tallis: My brother and I found the two of them down by the lake. Police Inspector: You didn't see anyone else? Cecilia Tallis: I wouldn't necessarily believe everything Briony tells you. She's rather fanciful.
Elwood: [Police have surrounded the Blues Brothers concert] ... And we would especially like to welcome all the representatives of Illinois's law enforcement community that have chosen to join us here in the Palace Hotel Ballroom at this time...
Deputy: [Looking at Kit, in custody in the police car] You know who that son of a bitch looks like? You know, don't you? Sheriff: No. Deputy: I'll kiss your ass if he don't look like James Dean.
Nicolette: He killed our man. Conklin: What, in the apartment? Nicolette: Yeah. Conklin: Well, you got to clean that up. Nicolette: No, I can't clean it up; there's a body in the streets. Conklin: So? Nicolette: There's police. This is Paris.
