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23 hour lockdown. I'm the man up in this piece. You'll never see the light of. Who the fuck do you think you're fucking with? I'm the police, I run shit around here. You just live here.

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Yeah, that's right, you better walk away. Go on and walk away.

'cause I'm gonna' burn this motherfucker down. King Kong ain't got shit on me. That's right, that's right. Shit, I don't, fuck.

I'm winning anyway, I'm winning. I'm winning any motherfucking way. I can't lose. Yeah, you can shoot me, but you can't kill me. : [ in a coffee shop] Get some chow in you before we go to the office, my dollar.: Thank you sir, but I ate.: Fine, don't.: It's nice here.: May I read my paper?: I'm sorry, sir, I.: Thank you.: You know what, I'll get something to eat.: No. Hell no you won't, you fucked that up.

I'm trying to read my paper. Please, shut up.: I sure won't mind roasting in a black-and-white all day.: Tell me a story, Hoyt.: My story?: No, not your story. Because you can't keep your mouth shut long enough for me to read my paper. Tell me a story.: I don't think I know any stories.: You don't know any stories? Okay, I'll tell you a story. This is a newspaper. It's 90 per cent bullshit, but it's entertaining.

That's why I read it, because it entertains me. You won't let me read it, so you entertain me with your bullshit. Tell me a story, right now. : [ while driving in his Monte Carlo] You okay, kid? That was a man-sized hit you took, dog.

When was the last time you smoked weed?: Last time I smoked weed. We were.: Smoking weed.: Yeah, yeah.: Left that out your service jacket. Yeah, I know you got secrets. Everybody got secrets. Didn't know you liked to get wet, dog.: What's 'wet'?: Butt-naked. That's what you had. That's what you were smoking, you couldn't taste it?: No, I've never done it.: You have now.

I haven't, but you have.: Oh, shit. Man, I'm gonna get piss-tested, and then I'm gonna get fired!: Lieutenant's got our back. We know a week before we piss.: Oh, shit. Shit!: Boom!: Why did you do this to me?: Nobody told you to smoke that thing. You made the decision. Live with your decision. Ain't like I put a gun to your head.

: [ after repeatedly punching Detective Harris] It's no fun when the rabbit has the gun, is it?: [ laughing] My nigga. [ to surrounding crowd]: Hey. First dom who puts one in his head. I'll make you a rich man. C'mon now, who wanna get paid? Who wanna get paid?: They're not like you.

You wanna know what I learned today? I'm not like you.: That's good, Jake. Glad to hear it. So what you gonna do know, you gonna shoot me?

You gonna bust yo' cherry killin' a cop? [ pulls out badge]: There it is, Jake, hit me. You ain't never killed anybody before, have you? It ain't like steppin' on ants, Jake.

It takes a man to kill. You man enough to kill, Jake? : [ after killing Roger] Use your ears and hear me, Jake. Sometimes we gotta take this shit all the way. Now, nobody will ever ask you to pull the trigger if you don't want to.: [ to Mark] Mark, where are you transferring to?: S.I.S.: S.I.S. Give me 18 months, I'll give you a career.

We're an elite unit. We make the big seizures.

We make the big arrests. But if you're in my unit, you gotta be in it all the way or not at all. I thought that you was man enough to face that. I guess I was wrong. Five proven, decorated officers say that you're the shooter. The investigators are gonna want to pull a tube of your blood to check for intoxicants, and what are they gonna find, Jake?

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