The Bridge

Lt. Wade:
I'm sorry, am I interrupting your snack time?

Det. Cooper:
[yogurt cup in one hand, spoon in the other] I'm just topping off my good bacteria, boss. You've got good and bad bacteria in your stomach and they're at war.

Lt. Wade:
[takes yogurt and hurls it into wastebasket] Yeah? Well now they're in the trash.

Adriana:
Can you guys stop throwing your pussies at my co-worker?

Sonya:
[upon seeing guy she met the night before] What are you doing here? I can't have sex at work!

[Fausto stops reading newspaper to show henchman the front page headline SERIAL KILLER STILL AT LARGE]

Fausto:
[in Spanish] What the hell is a serial killer?

Henchman:
[in Spanish] Someone who kills lots of people.

Fausto:
[in Spanish] Lots of people kill lots of people... Soldiers... Terrorists... Presidents... You think I'm a serial killer?

Henchman:
[in Spanish] No way, boss.

Fausto:
[in Spanish] I kill lots of people.

Henchman:
[in Spanish] You're a businessman.

Sonya:
You do a lot of drugs, don't you?

Daniel:
Pfft... [sees she is serious]... What?

Sonya:
Why?

Daniel:
I'm not telling you that... [pause] 'Cause they're there... And they're fun... And they make you hate yourself just a little bit less.

Hank:
[enjoying his burger, he pauses between mouthfuls] Pretty damn good, isn't it?

Gina:
[also eating, nods her head in agreement] Really.

Sonya:
[picking at her burger] I don't like burgers.

Hank:
[stops chewing] Well that's un-American. [gestures towards her plate] Eat your freedom fries.

Ray:
Okay...a basement. [Charlotte unlocks padlock and opens door] What's in there...sex dungeon?

Charlotte:
Mexico

Ray:
Shit! I'm guessing this was Carl's idea? Drugs?

Charlotte:
Immigrants. We were broke. I didn't know.

Ray:
What's on the other end?

Charlotte:
A crazy psychotic bitch.

Graciela:
Do you have an opinion about oral sex? [begins to disrobe]

Ray:
Ah yeah. It's ahhh, it's cool.

Graciela:
[continues to disrobe] I prefer it.

Ray:
Some ladies do.

Graciela:
This will be our arrangement moving forward.

Ray:
So is that a yes on the guns?

Graciela:
[faces him, spread eagle] Depende.

Ray:
Is this a cartel thing?

Graciela:
Callate.

Ray:
Okay then.

Cooper:
[about Sonya] Oh, horse shit, Hank! I mean, I'm sorry but there's gotta be a limit to how much we indulge our village idiot savant here.