What Oat’s said about your fellow officers honouring and respecting you is, as you probably know, complete crap. Most of the cops hate our guts. To the extent that they credit us with having any. They think we’re climbers who went into I.A.D. for the promotions, which is true, not that we necessarily get them. So, they’re polite because they’re afraid of us. That’s all.
(AVILA) Do you know a Dennis Peck? (SARGE) Yeah… great cop (AVILA) How come he’s just a P2? (SARGE) He doesn’t care about being a hot shot P3. He likes it in the street (WALLACE) He likes pussy, that’s what he likes (SARGE) Are you curious Wallace?
1) And you’re about to take the Seargents exam…what are you interested in? 2) Homocide, what else..
1) Can I get you some coffee? 2) No, I’m okay 3) You want to run and get me some?
1) Nice tie. Did your wife get it for you? 2) Nice dress. Where’s the rest of it?
1) So do you like him, your new partner? 2) It’s a ‘she’… 3) Is ‘she’ pretty? 3) She’s pretty smart. A good cop.
1) So we’re going after Peck? 2) Si 1) If we screw this, I mean if we’re wrong… 2) We are fucked. This is your pile and this is my pile. 1) My pile is bigger than your pile
1) who did you have lunch with? 2) Let’s talk about this at home…
1) Why are you protecting someone who has killed your husband? I don’t understand… 2) You’re fucking him, aren’t you? 3) Get out of my house. 4) I hope you got off, Penn. 5) GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!
All those friends you have on the force? You don’t have them anymore.
Hey Raymond, sorry about the dyke
I have a better idea…why don’t you and Dennis both pull them out and I’ll decide which one is bigger!
I have a racist boss, a small desk, and a new partner.
I’m talking about you, Raymond. Not because I see it in you but because I see it in your wife, Kathleen. Blond, hair up, she’s got green eyes, two earrings on her left ear, she’s very pretty too. Very, very pretty…a little skinny for my taste, but they say the skinny ones are the ones that give good head.
Keep on pushin’.
Van Stretch is dead…
What do you want to know, that I’m fucking my partner? Is that the question? I’m not fucking my partner, my partner is a dyke, what do you want?
What’s going on with you, Raymond. We eat dinner together twice a week. I talk about my job- you don’t care. You’re not talking to me about anything….we don’t even fuck anymore.
You can trust me. I’m a cop.
You don’t want to help, you want to nail his ass so that you can make Leutenant, you think I don’t know what you’re all about, Raymond?
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