Gen. Morters: Half the payment now. Half tomorrow. Half on delivery.
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Gen. Morters: Half the payment now. Half tomorrow. Half on delivery.
Wes Luger: We're investigating a felony, Miss Demeanor.
Lt. Irv Lansing: My wife and I haven't had sex in over two years. I have a six month old daughter.
Wes Luger: I'm getting too old for this bike-confiscating shit!
Dr. Harrold Leacher: I would love to eat his cookies with some fava beans and a nice chilled Fresca.
Jack Colt: Here's to getting through another lousy day...
Wes Luger: Who fired that shot? Give it here. When you learn to follow orders, you can have it back.
Gen. Morters: Half the payment now. Half tomorrow. Half on delivery.
Lt. Irv Lansing: My wife and I haven't had sex in over two years. I have a six month old daughter.
Wes Luger: We're investigating a felony, Miss Demeanor.
Dr. Harrold Leacher: I would love to eat his cookies with some fava beans and a nice chilled Fresca.
Wes Luger: I'm getting too old for this bike-confiscating shit!
Becker: La Commedia è Finita!
Jack Colt: Here's to getting through another lousy day...
Lt. Irv Lansing: My wife and I haven't had sex in over two years. I have a six-month-old daughter.
Colt: Give me a name! Becker: Weren't your parents supposed to do that?
Jack Colt: Who are you? Mr. Jigsaw: I am your worst nightmare. Jack Colt: No, waking up without my penis is my worst nightmare. Mr. Jigsaw: Okay, allright, so I'm not your worst nightmare. But I'm right up there!
Colt: So what are you doing here? Miss Destiny Demeanor: Waiting for you. Colt: I mean, what brought you here? Miss Destiny Demeanor: A taxi. Colt: Yeah, but why? Miss Destiny Demeanor: My car's in the shop. Colt: "I mean... Why the hell did you come here?" Miss Destiny Demeanor: The police station would have made me nervous. Colt: You better go. Miss Destiny Demeanor: You're not even gonna ask me why I tracked you down?
Wes Luger: York was a friend of mine. She was onto something. I think that's what got her killed. Captain Doyle: You don't think it was the bullets?
Wes Luger: So what're we looking at here, Doc? Coroner: The worst-dressed stiff I've ever seen. Wes Luger: This "stiff" and I pounded a beat together for five years. So show some respect, Doc. Coroner: I'm sorry, Wes. You know, I see so much of this senseless mayhem that sometimes I get a little insensitive. Wes Luger: Coroner: All right. This loser has taken the chicken-shit way out and punched her own ticket. Wes Luger: Suicide, huh? Wes Luger: She must have caught herself by surprise.
Wes Luger: Bust at a cookie factory? I don't know. Can you trust her Wes Luger: ? Jack Colt: Yeah. Wes Luger: How do you know? You kissed her? Jack Colt: Well, sort of. Wes Luger: French? Wes Luger: Give her a hickey? Wes Luger: Shaved her back? Wes Luger: Handled her hooters? Wes Luger: You parked the pink Cadillac? Wes Luger: Well what could you possibly know about her? Jack Colt: I know we both wear the same size pumps. Wes Luger: Are you one of those macho guys who just hates women, Colt? Jack Colt: If I tell you something, do you promise it'll just stay between us? Wes Luger: Your secret's safe with me, Colt. Whatever you tell me doesn't leave this car. You have my word. Jack Colt: All right. Jack Colt: My mother never breastfed me. She'd... tease me with it, then give me the bottle. It went on for years. Jack Colt: By the time I hit thirteen, I developed a love-hate thing with breasts, and a distrust of all women. Wes Luger: Hell, I breastfed 'til I was sixteen, and I still don't understand women.
Captain Doyle: Don't be so fast to thank me on this, Luger, because you're going to be naked on this one. It's on the line for you. People are going to be watching. Now you blow it, you're going down. You screw up, you're going to be hung out to dry. You drop the ball, you're going to be left twisting in the wind. If you embarrass this department, your pants will be dancing with figs. Is that clear? Wes Luger: Everything but the pants fig thing.
Wes Luger: I don't think York was a suicide. She was on to something. Captain Doyle: On something is more likely. You know as well as I that this guy's cookies were laced with cocaine. Wes Luger: No wonder I couldn't eat just one.
Captain Doyle: Cappuccino? Espresso? Captain Doyle: Hey Scotty, can you get this machine to work? Scotty: I'm givin' it all she's got, Captain! If I push it any farther, the whole thing'll blow!
Jack Colt: So, how's school? Is your dad helping you out with your homework? Ben Luger: Nah, I don't want to repeat the fifth grade again.
Miss Destiny Demeanor: Ow. Jack Colt: What? Miss Destiny Demeanor: Painful cuticle. Jack Colt: You think that's painful? Jack Colt: Razor burn. Miss Destiny Demeanor: Retaining water. Jack Colt: Nickle beer night, Dodger stadium. Miss Destiny Demeanor: And these? Vietnam? Jack Colt: Parochial school. Grenade... Jack Colt: riot at a Love Connection taping. Miss Destiny Demeanor: That's nothing. Miss Destiny Demeanor: Plate in my head: Elective surgery. I was a fool. Jack Colt: Try this: Jack Colt: Low-budget organ transplant. Miss Destiny Demeanor: Oh, Colt... enough foreplay. We were made for each other.
Wes Luger: Who fired that shot? Wes Luger: Give it here. When you learn to follow orders, you can have it back.
Wes Luger: What you have, Irv? Lt. Irv Lansing: Oh, I'm not sure, Sarg. It's a nagging, itching, burning sensation. Wes Luger: What the hell do you expect? Your foot's on fire!
Hindu: Namaste! Mini-Mart Punk: Excuse me. Translator: Yes, sir? Mini-Mart Punk: Do you have any of these in taupe? Hindu: No taupe. Beef jerky. Mini-Mart Punk: And you call this a convenience store? Mini-Mart Punk: Open up the cash register or I'll splatter your brains!
