Art’s a cop. He’s suspended. Which is the only kind of cop I like.
Today we make them think these cops lie about little things, so that tomorrow we can show them they lie about big things. Even if they’re doing it for what they think is right. That’s where we pull. That’s where the daylight’s at.
This is Harlem. And when a cop gets killed, heads roll. That’s just how we do.
That’s the difference between a novel and the real world, Castle. A cop doesn’t get to decide how the story ends.
People don’t usually panic at the sight of cops unless they’ve ridden in the back of a cruiser.
I mean, Rodney going out with a policewoman. What the neighbours gonna say?
Every cop needs a good snitch.
Every cop gets one they just can’t shake. No matter what. This is mine.
Cops never fit in. That’s why we’re cops.[Tiago Vega: We don’t exactly fit in.]