Jerome: We were closing in on him, and he knew it.
Hodges: We?
Jerome: Yeah, we.

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Doctor: His brain has the same electromagnetic level as a triple-A battery you left in a remote five years ago.
Hodges: If I whack that remote long enough, I'll get that TV runnin', I promise ya.

I know you're in there cause hate hangs on, and hate is all you had. It could bring you back someday. But sure as taxes and Christmas, though, I'll be waiting, and I'll finish it.

Hodges

Hodges: What can you tell me about Brady?
Lou: Well, for starters, he's probably the sweetest guy on earth.

What's going on here, Brady? Are you the Mercedes Killer?

Robi

Robi: Am I in danger?
Hodges: Only of being a dick. Will you give us the information that we asked for please?

Pete: It's over, partner. We got him.
Hodges: Maybe.

This is when, if I didn't care about my pension, I'd tell you to go fuck yourself.

Pete

I've been a cop for 35 years, and I know all about protocol, and there is a time to dump it in the shitter. This is one of those times.

Hodges

Shit, Bill, I'm sorry. I know how hard you tried to tell us before, and I'm sorry. Truly.

Pete

Bill: How do you expect me to be?
Ida: Accelerating your plan to drink yourself to death.
Bill: Maybe after I kill him.

You know what you are, Brady? You're not working out. That's what you are.

Robi