Blue Bloods, Season 7

Garrett:
I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't point out the risk.

Frank:
Maybe you should take the afternoon off then.

Henry:
Do you usually get just what you're asking for? Do any of us?

Frank:
Less and less.

Erin:
You know, it's not okay.

Jamie:
What? What's not okay?

Erin:
That we're constantly telling people that we can't help them when it's our job to help.

Danny:
In my experience, you run from cops means guilty.

Terrell:
In my experience you don't run from the cops you're an idiot.

Nicky:
So just because he supports the NYPD he can break the law whenever he feels like it?

Frank:
No.

Nicky:
It certainly sounds like it.

Frank:
I appreciate your generosity, you know that.

Sy:
Then show me the respect.

Frank:
By disrespecting the law?

Frank:
You need to start picking your battles.

Jamie:
Which is what I'm doing here.

Frank:
You could fill this floor with guys who worked with Sid.

Anthony:
But I'm the one who's here.

Erin:
The truth as a hustle.

Danny:
Everything is a hustle; the key is to not be the sucker born every minute.

Eddie:
Adrianna, my psychic, she told me that my soulmate has long hair, a beard, and a piercing in his left ear.

Jamie:
So your soulmate's a pirate.

Frank:
This isn't about smart. Smart's highly overrated sometimes.

Danny:
I've been saying that since 4th grade.

Egan:
I've got two words for you - child pornography.

Erin:
What's that supposed to mean?

Egan:
Two words that together run neck and neck with child molester as the charges that bring everybody, and I do mean everybody, together.

Jamie:
I hate jumpers.

Eddie:
At least if he jumps it's in the East River.

Jamie:
No splat.

Eddie:
Yeah.

Frank:
Why are you lurking by the elevator?

Garrett:
I'm not lurking.

Frank:
You lurking always means bad news or a plea to keep my mouth shut.

Eddie:
I know, I know, we need to stop meeting like this. (she enters, Jaime looks bewildered) So, uh, I think we need to clear the air.

Jaime:
Yeah.

Eddie:
I've been thinking about what you- you said about me being... jealous of Tara.

Jaime:
I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry-

Eddie:
Yeah, well- the thing is, it's true.

Jaime:
... What are you talking about?

Eddie:
I was. Jealous of Tara. Just like I'm jealous every time you go on a date with somebody, every time you tell me how some girl is hot.

Jaime:
... Eddie-

Eddie:
Could you please not talk? This is, you know, this is really hard, so just let me get it off my chest.

Jaime:
Okay.

Eddie:
(takes a deep breath)... I have feelings for you. I have for a long time. (pause, Jaime stares at her) There, I said it. I do everything I can to make them go away. Because, I mean, you're not even close to my type, and you are a complete Boy Scout, and you make me crazy most of the time. You're also... the best person I think I've ever met. (starting to tear up) And you're the best friend I've ever had.

Jaime:
Look, I-

Eddie:
Is that you talking?!

Jaime:
Sorry.

Eddie:
... I know that you're my partner, and I don't want to do anything to screw that up. I just, I needed... to tell you that you're so much more than that. And if I didn't tell you, it was gonna get really weird.

Jaime:
(teasingly) 'Cause this doesn't make things weird at all. (Eddie punches him in the arm, he laughs and raises his hands defensively) I'm kidding, I'm kidding! (pause) Cards on the table? I have feelings for you, too. I think you know that. But, we've been down that road before, and it's a bad idea for... a lot of reasons.

Eddie:
I know.

Jaime:
It can really cloud your judgement, and... totally screw up a partnership.

Eddie:
Yeah- totally. I just, you know- I just wanted to be honest. (Jaime nods) Are we good?

Jaime:
Definitely.

[Eddie walks past him, pauses, then turns back and kisses him; Jaime returns the kiss and they embrace for a moment]

Eddie:
... Good talk. (swats him teasingly) See you tomorrow.

Eddie:
Do you ever think about what we might be missing out on?

Jamie:
Yup. Do you ever think what we might be giving up?

Eddie:
Yup.

Eddie:
This place?

Jamie:
What?

Eddie:
Jamie, people are dancing here. You don't like dancing.

Frank:
That even in our sleep, pain that cannot forget falls drop by drop on the heart, and in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom to us by the awful grace of God.

Henry:
My first C.O. once told me that if there's a conversation you've been avoiding, then that's the one you need to have.

Frank:
Jack, the fact that you even considered the Core says something. It means you're thinking about what can I do for my country, not just what I can do for me.

Garrett:
So the recruits were in a tough spot.

Frank:
Relatively speaking.

Garrett:
Relative to what?

Frank:
Being under fire in 120 degree heat in the middle of the desert is a tough spot, taking a test in an air conditioned classroom, not so much.

Ernie:
You always said if there was ever anything you could do for me when I get out…

Danny:
That's something I say a lot. That's not actually something I mean when I say it.

Ernie:
How the hell do you call this a safe house? The roaches are big enough to mug somebody.

Sid:
Diplomatic immunity should not be a free pass for brutality.

Jamie:
And he likes you because?

Eddie:
Because who wouldn't?

Gormley:
Guys like Don Kent don't come along every day.

Frank:
And in Don's case they get assassinated for it.

Jamie:
We've been riding together for three years and I'm just finding out about this now.

Eddie:
Because I knew you'd freak out.

Jamie:
There are some things that just aren't right, Eddie, and this is one of them.

Eddie:
My grandparents lived in Philly and we used to go to the games.

Jamie:
Seriously, the Flyers! You're not even allowed to mention that name in my father’s house.

Eddie:
Don't you think you're overreacting a little bit?

Jamie:
No.

Jamie:
I'm excited every single shift. How many people can say that?

Frank:
A lucky few.

Manager:
Nobody here would bother to waste a word on the guy, let alone a bullet.

Baez:
It was a knife.

Manager:
Whatever.

Frank:
How's the arm, Rodney?

Rodney:
I still can't straighten it all the way and it still hurts when it's about to rain.

Frank:
Well it was good of you to come.

Rodney:
I didn't do it for you. I did it for me, to show I'm not the man I used to be.

Frank:
Well you did the right thing. Will you accept my thanks?

Rodney:
Just be careful of the elbow.

Eddie:
Are you all right?

Woman:
I'm just clumsy. I fell in the shower.

Eddie:
You got this bruise falling in the shower?

Man:
Where are you going? I told you I wasn't done talking - Oh hello officers, is there a problem here?

Eddie:
We're just checking that everything's all right.

Man:
Oh, I'm sorry. My kids...

Nicky:
If it's just your kids, why are you holding a broken necklace in your hand?

Jamie:
We got this, all right?

Man:
I was fixing it. This is against the law?

Garrett:
I made my mea culpa like you would have.

Frank:
How so?

Garrett:
Like I was scraping out my eyes with a rusty fork, so thanks for the years of leading by example.

Danny:
The confession's the easy part. The part I can't figure out is why that always try to run.

Jamie:
It's that ugly mug of yours.

Linda:
What will you do when you retire?

Frank:
Besides just being a burden to my children?

Danny:
I thought that was a hobby.

Erin:
Not that you're not good at it.

Frank:
Thank you very much. One thing I know for sure, on Sundays, I'll be right here and I hope all of you will be too.

Frank:
The creed of every significant relationship and organization that informed my life could be boiled down to tow the line, obey the rules.

Abigail:
And don't rock the boat. You're the boss. The boss isn't supposed to rock the boat. The boss is supposed to steady the boat.

Jamie:
How is it you can make even my being a good cop into a bad thing?

Danny:
I didn't say it was a bad thing.

Jamie:
You'll be happy to know they switched us up for punking another pair of partners.

Frank:
I'll be happy to know?

Jamie:
Well no, not you.

Frank:
You just forgot who was at the table.

Henry:
So who died?

Danny:
A 33-year-old woman with a four-year-old kid.

Erin:
A 40-year-old dermatologist from the upper West Side.

Frank:
And a 16-year-old in East New York.

Henry:
I didn't mean it literally.

Frank:
You just forgot who was at the table.

Jamie:
You take a shot at the king, you better not miss.

Frank:
My aim is true.

Erin:
He's got the heavy artillery.

Henry:
You can't fire him but he can fire you.

Frank:
Either way, AG or the press, we end up looking like weasels, and by we I mean me.

Garrett:
So we sit on our hands.

Frank:
Not saying that, but I don’t want to make some kind of clever move that backfires and ends up washing the Mayor's hands for him either.

Garrett:
You know what this is about, right?

Carleton:
A Christian and Muslim walk into a bagel store.

Garrett:
We both knew this issue would land on our desk sooner or later.

Frank:
It didn't just land, it was placed by the mayor.

[Mayor Carter Poole tells Frank he intends to resign]

Frank:
...Is there anything I can say?

Mayor Poole:
(smiles)... You can give me your word. That you'll be just as hard on my successor, as you were on me.

Frank:
... You have my word. (they shake hands) Thank you, Mr. Mayor.

Mayor Poole:
Thank you, Commissioner.

Garrett:
The mayor wants you to handle the announcement solo.

Sid:
Poole never missed a victory lap in his life.

Garrett:
Until now.

Frank:
It's about me taking the weight for six dead bodies.

Sid:
But we caught the guy.

Frank:
Yeah, but it comes soaked in blood and the mayor wants to keep his shoes clean.