Gangster Squad

Sgt. Jerry Wooters:
Don't go.

Grace Faraday:
Don't let me.

Grace Faraday:
Where have you been all my miserable life ?

Sgt. Jerry Wooters:
Drinking.

Grace Faraday:
That's no profession.

Sgt. Jerry Wooters:
Well ya gotta die of somethin'.

Officer Coleman Harris:
I always knew I'd die in Burbank.

Sgt. John O'Mara:
Every man wears a badge.

Grace Faraday:
He'll kill you if he finds out!

Sgt. Jerry Wooters:
Who?

Grace Faraday:
Mickey!

Sgt. Jerry Wooters:
Mickey Mouse?

Sgt. Jerry Wooters:
The whole town's underwater. You're grabbing a bucket when you should be grabbing a bathing suit.

[last lines]

Sgt. John O'Mara:
It's not paradise but it is the city of angels.

Officer Coleman Harris:
C'mon you son of a drink. Drink!

Mickey Cohen:
I'm not angry. This is business.

Mickey Cohen:
Los Angeles is my f***ing destiny, you motherf***er!

Sgt. Jerry Wooters:
Do you have to that in front of me? You have to make yourself pretty for him in front of me?

Grace Faraday:
Yes, ma'am.

Sgt. Jerry Wooters:
You got a lot of nerve.

Sgt. John O'Mara:
Welcome to Hollywood, ma'am!

Sgt. John O'Mara:
We intercept that dope and he is dead on the water.

Mickey Cohen:
Go back to Chicago and tell them what you saw tonight. You tell them that Los Angeles belongs to Mickey Cohen.

Mickey Cohen:
Is that you, old man?

Sgt. John O'Mara:
That's right Cohen!

Sgt. John O'Mara:
Come and get it, Cohen!

Mickey Cohen:
Here comes Santa Clause!

Sgt. Jerry Wooters:
What are you doing here?

Grace Faraday:
I saw Cohen kill him.

Sgt. Jerry Wooters:
That's more reason for you to get out of here.

Grace Faraday:
No, I'm a witness.

Sgt. Jerry Wooters:
Grace...

Grace Faraday:
I'm a witness.

Sgt. Jerry Wooters:
Grace, listen to me for one...

Grace Faraday:
I'm your witness, Jerry!

Sgt. Jerry Wooters:
Gracie...

Grace Faraday:
Let me.

Sgt. John O'Mara:
We're going to war.

Officer Navidad Ramirez:
[suddenly appearing] That sounds good to me. [the group points their guns at him] Take it easy I'm on your side.

Officer Conway Keeler:
Who the f*** is this guy?

Officer Max Kennard:
He's a huge pain in my ass, is what he is.

Sgt. Jerry Wooters:
You're a good man, John. You might even be a f***ing angel. Either way you're a hero.

Sgt. John O'Mara:
You lose everything and you win the war - you're a hero. You lose everything and you lose the war - you're just a fool.

Grace Faraday:
What's your racket, handsome?

Sgt. Jerry Wooters:
I'm a bible salesman.

Grace Faraday:
Want to take me away from all this and make an honest woman out of me?

Sgt. Jerry Wooters:
No ma'am, I was just hoping to take you to bed.

[first lines]

Sgt. John O'Mara:
Every man carries a badge. Some symbol of his allegiance. His were the scars of a boxer who'd used his fists to climb the social ladder of the mob. A Jew who'd gained the respect of wops through a homicidal lust. He'd sworn an oath of violence. And his master? His own insatiable will to power. He wanted to own this town. His name was Mickey Cohen.

Lt. Quincannon:
Two things you can't take back on this job, kid. Bullets out of your gun, and words out of your mouth.

Mickey Cohen:
Whores don't grow trees. They're like mustangs. You gotta catch 'em wild and break 'em before you train them to do tricks.

Mitch Racine:
Mr. Cohen, I swear to God...

Mickey Cohen:
You're talkin' to God, Mitch, so you might as well swear to me.

Mickey Cohen:
It's like they say, "All good things must one day be burnt to the ground for the insurance money."

Jack Whalen:
[about Wooters] He's a sheep in wolf's clothing. He's got a smart mouth... but he's dumb where it counts.

Hatchetman:
You can't shoot me, you're a cop.

Sgt. Jerry Wooters:
Not anymore.

Bridge Goon:
You are dead, pal. You - are - all - dea...

Sgt. John O'Mara:
[swings his baton] Yeah, we get that alot.

Officer Conway Keeler:
Son, your dad's a genius.

Keeler's Son:
[nods yes]

Officer Conway Keeler:
Go tell your mom that.

Jack Whalen:
You expecting some trouble, Mickey? You lookin' for some?

Mickey Cohen:
My dog, Mickey Junior... he shits more trouble than you're gonna give me.

Mickey Cohen:
[eating his last meal] I like having only one fork. You never make the wrong decision.

Mickey Cohen:
You heard of Manifest Destiny? That's when you take what you can when you can. The greasers took it from the redskins and we took it from them. And I'm gonna take it all from you, Jack, and not just because I can. But because this is my destiny. Los Angeles is my f***ing destiny, you motherf***er.

Mickey Cohen:
Story of my life. Some bum's always trying to steal what's mine.