Patrick Kenzie: He lied to me. Now I can't think of one reason big enough for him to lie about that's small enough not to matter.
Patrick Kenzie: And like that, she was gone. We gave our statements. Nick and Remy the same. All of us spared any blame for Amanda's death. Jack Doyle resigned on the condition that he and he alone be held accountable. He was granted the dignity of early retirement, but the humiliation of half a pension. It was an ignominious end to an illustrious career.
Patrick Kenzie: Go on. Move your bike.
Kid on Bike: Go fuck your mother.
Patrick Kenzie: What the.
Kid on Bike: Beat it, sucker.
Patrick Kenzie: They say how old the boy was?
Detective Remy Bressant: Seven.
Patrick Kenzie: Second grade.
Detective Remy Bressant: Should be proud of yourself. Most guys would've stayed outside.
Patrick Kenzie: I don't know.
Detective Remy Bressant: What don't you know?
Patrick Kenzie: My priest says shame is god telling you what you did was wrong.
Detective Remy Bressant: Fuck him.
Patrick Kenzie: Murder's a sin.
Detective Remy Bressant: Depends on who you do it to.
Angie Gennaro: We have a good life, right?
Patrick Kenzie: Is that a trick question?
Angie Gennaro: I don't wanna find their little kid in a dumpster.
Patrick Kenzie: Maybe she's not in a dumpster, babe.
Angie Gennaro: I don't wanna find a little kid after they've been abused for three days.
Patrick Kenzie: Hon, nobody does.
Patrick Kenzie: What makes you think Ray hasn't spent all the money?
Helene McCready: Ni**a please, I hid it.
Lou Ford: I got a foot on both sides of the fence. They were put there early, and they stayed put. I can't move. I can't jump. All I can do is wait until I split, right down the middle.
Jim: You have a girlfriend, Evil?
Evil: Nah. I use hookers. It's cheaper.
Jim: I mean, I'm a fuck-up, but you're a goddam tragedy.
Lee Chandler: I can't beat it. I can't beat it. I'm sorry.
Virgil Malloy: Are you a man?
Turk Malloy: Yes, nineteen.
Virgil Malloy: Are you alive?
Turk Malloy: Yes, eighteen.
Virgil Malloy: Evel Knievel.
Turk Malloy: ...shit.
Turk Malloy: Watch it, bud.
Virgil Malloy: Who you calling bud, pal?
Turk Malloy: Who you calling pal, friend?
Virgil Malloy: Who you calling friend, jackass?
Turk Malloy: Don't call me a jackass.
Virgil Malloy: I just did call you a jackass.
Turk Malloy: I don't care if it gets messy.
Virgil Malloy: I'll drive you. We'll get him leaving his barber.
Livingston Dell: And I'll inject him.
Basher Tarr: And I'll find a spot to get rid of the body.
Rusty Ryan: All valid ideas. Great initiative. But.
Turk Malloy: Are you in yet?
Virgil Malloy: I hate that question.
Turk Malloy: Don't change the facial structure.
Virgil Malloy: I'm making you taller. Don't you want to be taller? You're a midget in 34 states.
Turk Malloy: Yeah, well, I'm an animal in the other 34. [Virgil stares at him.] 24. 22.
Virgil Malloy: Doesn't this guy believe in fresh air?
Rusty Ryan: He opens the second floor window every now and then.
Virgil Malloy: What does that mean?
Rusty Ryan: It means he opens the second floor window every now and then.
Danny Ocean: How old do you think I am?
Virgil Malloy: 48?
Danny Ocean: You think I'm 48 years old?
Virgil Malloy: 52?
Turk Malloy: I'll give you a million dollars if you don't speak for a month.
Virgil Malloy: I wanna eat your whole head.
Rodney Baze Jr.: Working for a living? I gave my life for this country and what's it done for me? Huh? What's it done for me?
Russell Baze: Come work at the mill. I told you Roach would give you a job.
Rodney Baze Jr.: No, man, I'd rather be fucking dead. Fuck the mill.
Russell Baze: Fuck the mill. I work at the mill, you little fucker. It's good enough for me, it was good enough for our dad.
Rodney Baze Jr.: The fucking mill killed our dad.
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