Hammer: Well, nice meeting you, Miss Collins.
Collins: That's "Ms." Good day, Mr. Hammer.
Hammer: That's "Mirr." |
Doreau: Seems to frequent massage parlors.
Hammer: Oh great. Take us years to find him. There's over a thousand of those massage parlors across the city.
Doreau: No, I think he just goes there for a massage.
Hammer: Well, there's only about three of those. |
Hammer: See, there's a bunch of vigilantes out there shoot people nobody likes, and you're next on the list.
Medwick: Why am I next?
Hammer: Because they couldn't find Peewee Herman. |
Trunk: Do you recognize it?
Hammer: (bites a bullet) That's a .38 Special, it's a police issue. I'd say 1984 vintage. An amusing year. |
Hammer: Who let you jokers in?
Braddock: Your landlady.
Hammer: Why? Because you're cops?
Jackson: No. Because we told her we're going to beat you up.
Hammer: And she wonders why she can never get a date. |
Braddock: The reason we're here, Inspector Hammer, is to invite you to join a clandestine group who share the singular purpose of righting wrongs through force and aggression.
Hammer: Oh, I'm already a registered Republican. |
Braddock: We'll ask the questions, Hammer. What do you think about reading a suspect his rights?
Hammer: I prefer to read him his last rites, if you know what I mean.
Jackson: What do you think about the death penalty?
Hammer: It's too lenient. There's always the possibility of reincarnation. |
Hammer: You behave yourself and maybe I'll show you my appendix scar. |
Collins: I'm not interested in the ERA, I'm into the NRA. |
Collins: My father killed that deer when I was just a little girl.
Hammer: Oh, so he was a hunter?
Collins: No, a bad driver. |
Collins: Of all the officers I've recruited, there's something strangely appealing about you. I guess it's your callous disregard for human rights, your savage instinct, your chauvinism, your inability to treat women as equals.
Hammer: Yeah, I'm quite a catch. |
Hammer: (to his gun) Looks like you and me are the only sane ones here. |