Mike Lowery: We ride together, we die together. Bad boys for life.
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Mike Lowery: We ride together, we die together. Bad boys for life.
Capt. Howard: I've got a Police Commissioner so far up my ass, if he spits it's coming out of my mouth.
Marcus Burnett: This is a nice fish. Big fuckin' eyes, but a nice fuckin' fish.
Mike Lowery: Change the station. More music, less Marcus. If you open the door, he'll be a black Dr. Phil for the next 40 minutes.
Mike Lowery: It ain't exactly a pool, man. It's like a big-ass puddle wrapped in blue plastic.
Capt. Howard: 22 cars and a boat, totalled? How did hell you sink a boat?
Mike Lowery: A bullet in the head will really mess up your extensions!
Marcus Burnett: I think we just broke the record for the number of gun fights in one week.
Mike Lowery: WHOOOOO, THAT one puckered up my butt-hole!
Marcus Burnett: We lost the coffin and you barbequed our lead, Mike. This has got to be the worst, most emotional cop week of my life.
Alexei: The Russian Grim Reaper is here.
Hector Juan Carlos 'Johnny' Tapia: Oh, my God! No! God! Oh, my God!
Capt. Howard: I've got so much brass up my ass that I can play the Star Spangled Banner.
Marcus Burnett: Mike, I can't even get an erection. I tried taking Viagra. Popped one, popped two. I've been eating them like Skittles.
Mike Lowery: See, that's that new spiritual shit my partner's on. Me? I actually prefer shooting motherfuckers.
Mike Lowery: Ah, shit, shit! Hey, definitely shoot that motherfucker that just... aw, man, my headlight!
Detective Mike Lowrey: I just got outta jail and I ain't going back! I ain't going back!
Mike Lowery: We ride together, we die together. Bad boys for life.
Capt. Howard: I've got a Police Commissioner so far up my ass, if he spits it's coming out of my mouth.
Marcus Burnett: This is a nice fish. Big fuckin' eyes, but a nice fuckin' fish.
Mike Lowery: It ain't exactly a pool, man. It's like a big-ass puddle wrapped in blue plastic.
Mike Lowery: A bullet in the head will really mess up your extensions!
Marcus Burnett: I think we just broke the record for the number of gun fights in one week.
Mike Lowery: WHOOOOO, THAT one puckered up my butt-hole!
Alexei: The Russian Grim Reaper is here.
Mike Lowery: We ride together, we die together. Bad boys for life.
Marcus Burnett: This is a nice fish. Big fuckin' eyes, but a nice fuckin' fish.
Mike Lowery: It ain't exactly a pool, man. It's like a big-ass puddle wrapped in blue plastic.
Capt. Howard: 22 cars and a boat, totalled? How did hell you sink a boat?
Mike Lowery: A bullet in the head will really mess up your extensions!
Mike Lowery: WHOOOOO, THAT one puckered up my butt-hole!
Mike Lowery: Change the station. More music, less Marcus. If you open the door, he'll be a black Dr. Phil for the next 40 minutes.
Alexei: The Russian Grim Reaper is here.
Marcus Burnett: You a virgin? Reggie: Yes. Marcus Burnett: Good. Keep it that way. Ain't gonna be no fucking tonight.
Mike Lowery: What are you on? Look at your pupils. Marcus Burnett: Look at my pupils? How the hell am I gonna look at my pupils?
Marcus Burnett: Have my daughter back by 10: 01. If she's not back by 10: 01 I'm in the car, locked, loaded and hunting your motherfucking ass down. Mike Lowery: And I'ma be with him. Mike Lowery: You know what it gonna be if I'm there, gonna be Chitty Chitty Bang Bang nigga.
Heavy Black Woman: You got porno and homo shows up in here in front of my babies? What kind of freak-ass store is this? Heavy Black Woman: Hmm, and you two muthafuckas need Jesus.
Mike Lowery: Nigga, who is it at the door? Marcus Burnett: It's Reggie! Mike Lowery: Who the fuck is Reggie? Marcus Burnett: Came to take Megan out. Mike Lowery: What you want, nigga? Reggie: I'm here... to take his daughter out. Mike Lowery: Motherfucker, I heard the boy say your name Reggie? You wanna be takin' Megan out? Reggie: Yes, sire? Mike Lowery: How old is you? Reggie: Fifteen. Mike Lowery: Shit, nigga. You at least thirty.
Marcus Burnett: My ass stills hurts from what you did to it the other night. Mike Lowery: Hey, it got rough. We got caught up in the moment, shit got crazy. You know how I get. Marcus Burnett: When you popped me from behind I think you damaged some nerves.
Floyd Poteet: We've got our rights. Mike Lowery: Why don't you exercise your right to shut the fuck up?
Blond Dread: Who that? Who in MY HOUSE? Mike Lowery: I'm the Devil! Who's asking? Blond Dread: The Devil... is not welcome... HEEEEEERRE!
Marcus Burnett: Who the FUCK are you? Reggie: I'm Reggie, Mr. Burnett Marcus Burnett: How old are you? Reggie: I'm fifteen, Mr. Burnett Marcus Burnett: Motherfucker, you look thirty.
Mike Lowery: Look, Captain, these were not normal corpses. Capt. Howard: If I threw you out of moving truck and then ran over your head, you wouldn't be normal either!
Mike Lowery: Man, Plan B does not have that big-ass gun in it! Marcus Burnett: You call this Plan B? What does Plan B stand for? Bullshit! Mike Lowery: Look, do you want to drive? Marcus Burnett: Yeah, pull over by those motherfuckers with the MACHINE GUN!
Marcus Burnett: Mike, the man has a gun to my head! Mike Lowery: I bet he'll put it down if I put a hollow point in his eye, now won't he? Casper: Your partner's a cocky nigger! Mike Lowery: Oh damn, now was that necessary, sir? Why can't he just be a cop? He got to be a nigga too?
Marcus Burnett: You see that? Mike Lowery: They throwin' cars! How'd I not see that? Marcus Burnett: Hey, Mike, I'm just trying to be helpful. Mike Lowery: Hey, you'd know what would be fuckin' helpful, Marcus? Just shut the fuck up and let me drive, let's try that!
Megan Burnett: I bet you meet a lot of cute guys. Just like "Sex and the City". Marcus Burnett: Theresa, cancel the damn cable!
Marcus Burnett: I love it when you call me bunny lobe. Mike Lowery: SHIT! Marcus Burnett: Yeah girl, you should see this sexy shit I got on. Capt. Howard: Who the hell are you talking to? Marcus Burnett: Vargas and Rub... Reyes. They said they down for whatever.
Capt. Howard: So, you got the drugs. Capt. Howard: No drugs. Oh, okay. What about the money? Capt. Howard: No money. Well then, who's this x-man? Marcus Burnett: Captain, I was at a family barbecue... Mike Lowery: We don't know, but we are going to find out. Capt. Howard: Well then, all that... was for nothing? Mike Lowery: Oh, we didn't do *all* of that.
Marcus Burnett: Get my screwdriver! Damn bolts. Theresa: Don't mind him. He's just upset because he was injured. Syd: Is he okay? Theresa: His wound is fine. It's, um... *other things* that were affected. Syd: Oh... oh! Marcus Burnett: Theresa! Theresa: What? Marcus Burnett: It's just nerve damage. Marcus Burnett: You not gonna spoil this... I'll talk to you about it.
Marcus Burnett: You're like a pitbull with that pink thing hanging out. Mike Lowery: oh I get it, I'm not good enough for your sister
Marcus Burnett: To the DEA you're nothing but a honeypot. Syd: What did you say? Marcus Burnett: It's no wonder you got the job because you look good in a bathing suit.
Mike Lowery: We got a tip that the Zopehounders were gonna do a hit on cash or drugs from this big time X-man. Marcus Burnett: That's what they call an ecstasy dealer on the streets. Capt. Howard: Marcus, I know what they call them. That's why I'm Captain.
Marcus Burnett: Hey look, man, can you tell me who was driving the black Suburban? Huh? Oh he don't know nothin'. His brains is under the end table. Marcus Burnett: He can't tell us shit, Mike. He's all fucked up. Mike Lowery: What's your point? Marcus Burnett: My point is that dead suspects can't say shit.
Mike Lowery: Hey, Marcus, you know how when we usually get in these situations, you know I'm always trying to make you feel better, like we're gonna be all right, like we're gonna make it? Marcus Burnett: Yeah, yeah... Mike Lowery: I could say it, but... it'd be a bunch of bullshit today.
