See, this is the thing that everyone knows and no one says. You follow the drugs, you get a drug case. You start following the money, you don’t know where you’re going.
S*** is like a war, ain’t it? Easy to get in, hell to get out.
Rats always run to holes in times of danger.
Pellets in plastic. Rat shot. What you need to be concerned about is what’s seated in the chamber now. A copper-jacketed hollow point 120-grain hot street load of my own creation. So you need to think for just a moment and ask yourself: What do I have to do before this man raise up his gun again?[after shooting Cheese with a nonlethal bullet]
Omar to one side holding a spade, and maybe Marlo to the other with a shovel. And just at this moment, I managed to crawl out my own damn grave. No way do I crawl back in.[after making a deal with Omar]
Oh, yeah? Your a**hole still hurting?[Ray Cole: Got laid last night, that’s why.]
Nothing like a definite maybe.
Nothing in the world’s more expensive than free.
No one wins. One side just loses more slowly.
No life, no marriage, no kids. No problem.
Negro, you can not travel half way around the world and not speak any motherf***ing English.[to “Non-English” speaking crewman]
Money ain’t got no owners, only spenders.
