James: But if we get this wrong...
Mickey: I have no intention of being your cell mate, James.
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Ricky: I like my coffee hot like my ladies.
Lola: I like mine black.
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Pops: I had a coffee enema once. I shit for three days. Try cracking a safe that way.
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James: Whoa, whoa, I'm not real fun on helicopters, Mickey.
Mickey: Well, get fun to them, James, 'cause we'll be flying outta here in a News 4 'copter.
James: Who the hell's gonna fly the thing?
Ricky: I fly.
James: Aw, hell no!
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Billy: I hate those internal affairs guys - they're like proctologists with badges.
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Detective Roy Thomas: Did you read the letter I sent?
Amy: Threw it away.
Detective Roy Thomas: Too bad. Good letter.
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Tyrese: So, how did you end up with ten thousand dollars on your possession, Jordan?! How'd that happen? You don't know? Just dropped on you?!
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Billy: Geez, I've had a crappy day. I got a female boss, a black partner... don't get me started.
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James: See this? This right here? This is a stereotype. Why don't you just have me shining shoes?
Mickey: Nothing shameful about hauling garbage. Steady gig and union pay.
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Tyrese: You stuck?
Billy: Yeah.
Tyrese: Say 'diet'!
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Vinny Momo: Jimbo! Look at you, huh! Gimme a hug! Come on!
James: Touch me and I'll kill you.
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Ricky: I want your body so bad, baby.
Pops: Shut up, stupid!
Ricky: You shut up, old man!
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Mickey: Well, this wasn't a date, I'm not kissing you.
Amy: I never kiss on first dates. But non-dates are okay.
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Amy: We met at dance class.
Sarah: Oh, so he's gay?
Amy: He owns his own business.
Sarah: A drug dealer.
Amy: And, he's not a cop.
Sarah: Marry him! My new cat has lymphoma.
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