You know what they say: “stupid criminals make stupid cops”. I’m proud to be chasing this guy.[about Avon]
You know what they call it when judge, jury and perp all go to the same family barbecue? Catch and release.
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 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 lock up every liar, there’s no room in BDC for anyone else, right? More trouble than it’s worth.
Who in this f***ing unit is gonna catch me? Most of the guys up here couldn’t catch the clap in a Mexican whorehouse.[to Bunk]