Pete Garrison: You want to shoot me? Forget about the Kevlar. Shoot me in my face!
Etikettarkiv: Kriminal
Polisskolan 4 – kvarterspatrullen
Lieutenant Thaddeus Harris: Son, where did you get that gun?
Cadet Eugene Tackleberry: [smiling proudly] My mum gave it to me.
Polisskolan 3: Begåvningsreserven
Lieutenant Debbie Callahan: You had impressive moves for a cadet.
Cadet Nogata: Thank you. You see, it's a matter of the mind being mightier than the bosom.
Lieutenant Debbie Callahan: Interesting theory.
Gudfadern 3
[to Rocco who has killed Paulie in the car]
Peter Clemenza: Leave the gun. Take the cannoli.
The Bling Ring
Marc: I think we just wanted to be part of the lifestyle. The lifestyle that everybody kinda wants.
The Talented Mr. Ripley
Tom Ripley: I always thought it would be better to be a fake somebody than a real nobody.
I samlarens spår
Rhyme: There are five basic contaminants in a crime scene. I'll skip to the worse one. Other cops.
Mr. Brooks
[last lines]
Marshall: [voice-over] Why do you fight it so hard, Earl?
Mr. Earl Brooks: [whispering to himself] God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and wisdom to know the difference. Living one day at a time and enjoying one moment at a time, accepting hardships as the pathway to peace. Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is and not as I would have it, trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His will, that I may be reasonably happy in this life, and supremely happy with Him forever in the next. Amen.
The Mexican
Jake Green: There is something about yourself that you don't know. Something that you will deny even exists until it's too late to do anything about it. It's the only reason you get up in the morning, the only reason you suffer the shitty boss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are. "Fear or revere me, but please think I'm special." We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The "hip, hip, hoo-fucking-rah." Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on, you crazy diamond. Cos we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.
Superfly
Youngblood Priest: You ain't got shit. Literally. You're three months behind on your mortgage payments, and I don't care how many gangsters from Joyland you got with you. Ain't nobody more gangster than a bank.