Oh, great. You get the girl, I get the coroner.[Ed Exley: See you at the Frolic Room.]
Now, I know you think you’re the A-number-one hotshot, but here’s the juice: if I take you out, 10 more lawyers will take your place tomorrow. They just won’t come on a bus, that’s all.[to Ellis Loew]
No, it’s not. It’s felony possession of marijuana.[Sid Hudgens: Jackie, it’s Christmas.]
Miss Bracken, don’t ever try to f***ing bribe me or threaten me, or I’ll have you and Patchett in s*** up to your ears.
I’m talking about the gas chamber and you haven’t even asked me what this is about. You got a big “guilty” sign around your neck.[to Ray]
I see Bud because I want to. I see Bud because he can’t hide the good inside of him. I see Bud because he makes me feel like Lynn Bracken and not some Veronica Lake look-alike who f***s for money. I see Bud because he doesn’t know how to disguise who he is. I see Bud for all the ways he’s different from you.[to Ed]
I need another 50. Two 20s for two patrolmen, and a dime for the watch commander at Hollywood Station.[to Sid]
I doubt you’ve ever taken a stupid breath. Don’t start now.[to Jack]
How can organized crime exist in the city with the best police force in the world? Something has to be done. But nothing too original, because, hey, this is Hollywood.
Hold up your badge, so they’ll know you’re a policeman.[to Ed]
Go back to Jersey, sonny. This is the City of the Angels, and you haven’t got any wings.
F***ing me and f***ing Bud aren’t the same thing, you know.[to Ed]