Marcus: We're not just black, we're cops too! We'll pull ourselves over later!
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Marcus: We're not just black, we're cops too! We'll pull ourselves over later!
Mike: Did you just get pig fat on my suit?
Marcus: This is some real telenovela shit.
Marcus: It's like an angry white man's basement in here!
Captain Howard: It's a war on the goddamn law!
Marcus: Hurry! I can feel my ass cooking!
Marcus: Do you want your legacy to be muscle shirts and body counts?
Marcus: Do you want your legacy to be muscle shirts and body counts?
Marcus: Shit! This is like HD!
Mike: Did you just get pig fat on my suit?
Marcus: It's like an angry white man's basement in here!
Captain Howard: We'll order pizza.
Marcus: This is some real telenovela shit.
Marcus: Hurry! I can feel my ass cooking!
Mike: Marcus you can't see shit
Armando Aretas: Is he my papa?
Captain Howard: It's a war on the goddamn law!
Marcus: Do you want your legacy to be muscle shirts and body counts?
Mike: Did you just get pig fat on my suit?
Marcus: It's like an angry white man's basement in here!
Marcus: Mike, all our life we've been bad boys. It's time to be good men. Mike: Who in the hell would want to sing that song? Mike: "Good men, good men, whatcha gonna do?" Marcus: Well, maybe if you sung it like you mean it, it'd catch on.
Mike: Hey, hey hey! Hey! Uh-uh! No! No! Never. Y'all will never do that again. Marcus: Yeah, and you fucking up the lyrics, which take a long time to learn.
Mike: Hey! Marcus: Oh, shit! Oh! Mike: Come on, man! Marcus: You can get that buffed out. Mike: No. You can get that buffed out.
Marcus: Mike... you fucked a married witch? Mike: All the shit I just said and that was your takeaway?
Mike: Sorry, rich white people! Marcus: We're not just black, we're cops too! We'll pull ourselves over later!
Captain Howard: Look at all this carnage! Mike: Aw come on Cap, I didn't do all this shit. They did this to each other. Captain Howard: Wait, wait. You didn't shoot anybody? Mike: Well, come on Cap, you know I shot somebody.
Marcus: You're dyeing your goatee, Mike. Mike: What? Marcus: You're dyeing your goatee. Mike: I'm not dyeing my goatee. Marcus: Yeah, that's Midnight Cocoa Bean. I recognise that shit.
Marcus: She'll make your eyes melt into your stupid ass head. She'll make your dick fall off. Marcus: I meant penis. You should be minding your own business anyway.
Marcus: So, what you gonna do when you see him? You really gonna put your son behind bars? Mike: No. I'm gonna kill him. Marcus: Kill him? You really gonna kill your own son, Mike? Mike: I'm gonna put him in a fucking bag. Marcus: You realize you will go to hell? Mike: I don't believe in hell, Marcus. Marcus: Well, it believes in you. I mean, killing your own son. Brother, that's a darkness that swallows you whole. Mike: Well, maybe I've already been swallowed. I died, remember? I'm ending this shit, man.
Mike: He's the right age. He's crazy like me. He's ruthless like me. He's fearless like me. He's the fucked-up me. Marcus: No, Mike. *You* the fucked-up you.
Picante Jenkins: Hey, a** licker! I'm going to fast food, fist f**k ya!
Marcus: Shit. You got a fucked up family, Mike.
Marcus: Let that be a lesson to your witch ass.
