You lying motherf***er, you’re as full of s*** as I am. And you’ve got to live with it and play it out for as long as it goes, right? Trapped in the same lie. Only difference is, I know why I did it. But f*** if I can figure out where it gets you in the end. But, hey, I ain’t part of your tribe.
You know what they call it when judge, jury and perp all go to the same family barbecue? Catch and release.
You know what they say: “stupid criminals make stupid cops”. I’m proud to be chasing this guy.[about Avon]
The things that make me right for this job, maybe they’re the same things that make me wrong for everything else.
If only half you motherf***ers at the state’s attorney’s office didn’t want to be judges, didn’t want to be partners in some downtown law firm… If half of you had the f***ing balls to follow through, you know what would happen? A guy like that would be indicted, tried and convicted. And the rest of them would back up enough, so we could push a clean case or two through your courthouse. But no, everybody stays friends. Everybody gets paid. And everybody’s got a f***ing future.[to Rhonda]
You lock up every liar, there’s no room in BDC for anyone else, right? More trouble than it’s worth.