I wouldn’t trade places with Edmund Exley right now for all the whiskey in Ireland.
I admire you as a policeman, particularly your adherence to violence as a necessary adjunct to the job.
He’s on a night train to the big adios.
Something has to be done, but nothing too original, because hey, this is Hollywood.
Now, I know you think you’re the A-number one hotshot. Well, here’s the juice: if I take you out, there’ll be ten more lawyers to take your place tomorrow. They just won’t come on the bus, that’s all!
I doubt you’ve ever taken a stupid breath. Don’t start now.