You have a little danger in your eye.
You can’t kill murder. You can’t get revenge on evil. You can only begin to fight such things by not doing them.
When crooks become more popular than cops, that’s anarchy.
What do you call a tavern of blackbirds? [A crow bar.]
Welcome to my unit, you sad-ass Army hump. Tough is what we eat for breakfast.
We’re family. We sink or swim together.
We’re all afraid. Every man and woman on the planet. We’re all standing at the edge of the abyss, paralyzed by fear.
We have one simple choice. We die here alone on our knees, or we stand up and we fight with our family.
This city, the law, the crime here, they’re all twisted up at each other like a maze. I came here to be a cop. This city needs something else.
There’s nothing more dangerous than an honest man.
There is no loyalty among thieves.
There is no life, there is no love without pain.
