Welcome to my unit, you sad-ass Army hump. Tough is what we eat for breakfast.
There is no line. There’s just the law. That’s what separates us from the animals.
Crime unpunished is a crime in itself.
You don’t make promises you can’t keep.
This city’s at a crossroads, Gordon. Question is, will good men fight for it? Will they do what’s necessary? The decision is yours to make.
This city is bleeding to death from the amount of free passes we hand out. Time to put a tourniquet over that wound.
If a man doesn’t cling on to the law, he’ll lose his bearings, drown.