Blue Bloods2010

Danny Reagan:
[Offers a plate of food to Jamie, he declines] Huh, what's wrong, have you lost your appetite? You look like you've seen a dead person or something.

Jamie Reagan:
What, you put Renzulli up to it?

Danny Reagan:
Come on, when's Renzulli ever listened to anything I say.

Jamie Reagan:
I had to burn that uniform.

Henry Reagan:
Hey, the rookie gets the short stick on the job since back before I came on.

Danny Reagan:
Yeah, speaking of sticks grandpa, I offered Jamie your old blackjack too.

Henry Reagan:
My old slapper?

Danny Reagan:
Mhmm.

Henry Reagan:
I take that as a compliment.

Danny Reagan:
Yeah, he turned it down.

Frank Reagan:
It's not 1959, pop.

Henry Reagan:
That's 1969 thank you very much, Francis.

Frank Reagan:
They're not authorised.

Henry Reagan:
Doesn't mean it can't save your life.

Danny Reagan:
Nah, it's all right, let him learn the hard way, when he's rolling around on the dirt with three hundred pounds of prison muscle.

Frank Reagan:
I never carried one.

Danny Reagan:
Come on dad, you're six foot four, you've got hands of stone. I still remember spankings I got from you. With those war clubs.

Frank Reagan:
Gave me plenty of chances.

Jamie Reagan:
Just finally what you want, everybody in this room knows that those things did most of the damage, after the perp was cuffed. [Both grandpa and Danny look at him annoyed]

Danny Reagan:
What am I going to do with you? Hmm? Somebody teach this kid the ropes.

Jamie Reagan:
You've got a problem with me when I'm a dumb rookie, and a problem when I'm not, why is that? [Tension in the room]