The Shield, Season Six

Axl:
Anyone ever tell you that you have incredibly expressive eyes? You ever been on film?

Claudette:
Ever been in a mug book?

Kavanaugh:
What are you doing here?

Vic:
You got Emolia to lie for you.

Kavanaugh:
Now you know the difference between a lie and a truth?

Vic:
You think I'm a cop killer. Maybe I am. You're a cop, right?

Kavanaugh:
That sounds like a direct threat on my life, Detective. You know what that means?

Vic:
It means you just stepped onto an entirely new playing field. And for your sake, I hope you know the rules of the game.

Kavanaugh:
Truth is, it isn't your time yet. But the universe will take out its trash. It always does.

Vic:
Looks like it already has.

Vic:
You've been a very busy boy. Planting evidence. Coercing witnesses. Assaulting my ex-wife.

Kavanaugh:
I learned from the master.

Dutch:
Walter Chatton was a contemporary of Occam; disputed the razor. Coined his own anti-razor. Chatton believed that the world was too complex; there are too many variables to assume the simplest answer was always the correct one.

Gang member:
You got no bullets, cerdo. All that smoke make you forget?

Vic:
I got one in the chamber, dickhead. Your homeys were too stoned to notice. One of you shoots me, my muscle twitch takes out your bad boy here. So, either you and I are gonna leave this basement together, or we're gonna leave this life together. You decide.

Kavanaugh:
[to Claudette] At least I have Mackey out of my life. He's not my problem anymore. He's yours.

[Vic is trying to get a confession by torturing Guardo]

Shane:
You know, maybe he didn't do it, man.

Vic Mackey:
If it wasn't Guardo, who was it?

Shane:
Look at him, man. If he had a name, do you think he would have told us by now?

Ronnie:
That just means he was acting alone.

Shane:
Come on. This is crazy, man.

Vic:
[yelling] He killed Lem! Do you remember his body, his face? Do you think you can just forget that? Huh? Don't you think he deserves to die for what he did?

Guardo:
I didn't do it, I swear. He's got the wrong guy.

Shane:
Yeah... I know.

Guardo:
Money. I give you money. Make you rich. What do you want?

Shane:
Peace.

Billings:
I like Ronnie. He's quiet. There's something there. Wouldn't mind doing a little Strike Team time myself. Fall into the shit, get the blood moving.

Dutch:
Yeah. It's too bad you get those headaches.

Billings:
You know, you're very sarcastic. I forgot to list that one.

Billings:
I love the smell of underage sexual assault in the morning. [Dutch and Claudette give him a look] I didn't mean that the way it came out.

Dutch:
What about Tina, she out sick?

Claudette:
No. She transferred out.

Billings:
Finally make your move? Scare Hanlon and her bikini briefs out the door?

Hiatt:
My guess is you wanted to get out. In which case, you're not a bad guy. But I'm looking at you now, man, with your locked jaw, your pissed off stare.

Ray:
And I'm a black man, and you're a cop.

Hiatt:
So picture me with a puppy. Give you that warm, fuzzy feeling.

Dutch:
[referring to Tina] Helping her improve her skills had nothing to do with any interest in her.

Billings:
Right.

Dutch:
She happens to have talent, even if others don't see it yet.

Billings:
Face it. You took advantage of her vulnerability just like our mystery psycho. Except your drug of choice was power and the false hope of career advancement.

Dutch:
Th--, uh, that's ridiculous.

Billings:
You have a reputation, Holland. Chasing unies, Mackey's ex. Wives of murder victims. I think a profiler would call that a pattern of shitting where you eat.

Moses:
Mackey's lackeys. Everybody's almost done, but I got a minute. And who's this?

Hiatt:
Detective Hiatt. But you can call me Detective Hiatt.

Julien:
We shouldn't be playing God.

Vic:
God creates all men equal. Once they get out of the womb, he starts playing favorites.

Antwon:
[to Vic] And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is my final encore. Making the great Vic Mackey think I'm everyone and everywhere. Responsible for all the worst crimes against humanity. It's sad, really. You know, chasing ghosts haven't done you any favors. I didn't off your boy. Wished I did, and so do you. 'Cause if you're coming after me for this, that means you lost your last clue. Good seeing you, though.

Shane:
[points to Vic] All I was doing was following your game plan, Coach!

Vic:
I'm not an executioner!

Shane:
Well, go tell that to Terry's family.

Vic:
That's different. That son of a bitch, he was a traitor. Lem was my friend.

Shane:
He was mine, too. Look, you think you're looking at me through some window. But all you're really doing is looking in a mirror.

Aceveda:
What's the latest with the Martin murder?

Vic:
Getting to a dark place.

Aceveda:
Meaning?

Vic:
The daughter was a heroin addicted whore. Paid for her drugs with pussy and mouth favors. Other than that, she was Pippi Longstocking.

Shane:
Hey, there, Gentlemen.

Hiatt:
Well, someone had a good night.

Shane:
Pregnancy sex is the best kind. Give you something to look forward to.

Hiatt:
Thanks. I'll give Mara a call.

Mara:
[referring to Shane] He doesn't do anything without you knowing about it. Don't dick me around here.

Vic:
I'm not -- that's his job.

Shane:
[to Vic] Now, anything happens to me or my wife or my son... even my mailman, anybody that I am close to, this lands on IAD's doorstep. Just imagine every wrong, brutal thing we have ever done. It's hard to do, isn't it? We've done so many.

Vic:
Come on Santi, don't you Byz Lat assholes know you gotta get along with these psychos? Either that or get a grenade shoved up your ass.

Santi:
Ain't nothing up my ass except you.

Vic:
Yeah? How am I feeling?

Billings:
You know, Dutch, I could teach you a few things about women, if you want.

Dutch:
Why don't you write them down, and I can read them at my leisure.

Shane:
I need you to try and remember what these guys look like.

Albina:
How long is this going to take? I got a golden shower client this afternoon, big tipper. I got to start drinking iced tea to get it the way he likes.

Shane:
I'll be right back with the mug books and a Snapple.

Ronnie:
[to Shane] We don't need you dragging us into yet another Vendrell shitpile special.

Vic:
Now, you can come on your own, or I can drag you through your friend's blood.

Rezian:
My people won't let you get away with this.

Shane:
You don't have people. Kesakhian junior's in charge now, so your crew ain't happening. So if you keep causing trouble, she'll suffocate you on your own gonads.

Vic:
You're not even gonna give me a fair shot?

Claudette:
You threw away your fair shot by taking so many crooked ones.

Shane:
So do I need to watch my back?

Ronnie:
Do I?

Vic:
With a body count like this, the Aztecs and Mayans are squabbling about more than who invented the burrito.

Diro Kesakhian:
Please, this is a holy place

Shane:
Jesus can kiss my ass.