Carey Mahoney: What are you in for?
Larvell Jones: I'll show you. [holds a microphone to his mouth and imitates gun fire causing everyone to drop to the floor.]
Desk Officer: GOD DAMN IT, STOP THAT.
Police Chief Hubbard: What's this man doing here?
Axel Foley: Bleeding, sir.
Terry Brogan: So what is it you don't like exactly, football players, tacos, or beer?
Jessie Wyler: I like tacos and beer.
Danny Vermin: I enjoy collecting protection money, putting whores to work, loan-sharking. I enjoy planting bombs in people's cars. These are a few of my favorite things.
Johnny Dangerously: You know, Danny, I think you get too much sugar in your diet.
Police Chief Aiello: I'm the chief of police, not the chief of the people.
Principal Underwood: Go fuck an iceberg.
Vera: You've got about as much style as a bowl of turnips.
Ray: He was alive when I buried him.
Willie: I'll tell you something I read once, Myron. Apparently, what happens to you after death is not all that much different from what happens to you before death. Physically speaking. All part of the same process. You know? So if it's all the same, really, what's there to worry about?
