150 Best The Rookie Quotes

John: You love her but you're rooting against her, all because you can't handle the idea of her being in danger.
Henry: Okay, Dad That's not fair. I'm trying to protect her.
John: Deciding what's best for her is not protecting her; that's controlling her, and you're better than that. I shouldn't have played along yesterday, and that's on me, but I would be a failure as a father if I didn't tell you you're falling down as a fiancé Abigail deserves your empathy and your honesty. If you can't give her that, you should tell her it's over.

Wade: Nolan. Hold up. I got some bad news. I'm hearing rumors that the Union President is gonna make a move against you.
John: Not a surprise, given how I showed him up at the City Council. Any idea what he's planning?
Wade: Not yet, but I expect the worst. There's no hard rule on the union delegate count. He can shrink the number by one.
John: And because I was the last one in, I'd be the first one out. What do I do?
Wade: You focus on your T.O. exam next week. Don't let politics derail your career.
John: Oh no, I've been studying my ass off. I think I'm ready.
Wade: Don't think it. Be it. Clearly, you don't have time to waste.
John: Are you calling me old?
Wade: It was implied.
[they both laugh]

Lucy: Look, I came to LA to start over, so I am very respectfully just gonna pass, okay?
Frank: Yeah, well, that's not really an option. I need access to certain protected plastics, and you need to not go to prison. But this is a very low-risk thing for you. A few barrels a month get misplaced. That kind of loss is normal, and it's built into the company's profit margin. I just need you to hide the missing inventory from your boss. You do that, and I'll pay you 5,000 bucks a month, huh? How's that sound?
Lucy: Tempting, but I think I would just prefer to give my notice today and let you make this deal with the next girl that sits behind my desk.
Frank: Look, I'm trying to be nice here, hmm? But the alternative to you saying yes is me drowning you in that canal. So how about you get onboard, like, right now?

Angela: Mr Meadows, are you on any medications?
Professor: Why does everyone always ask me that?

Tim: Flush it out into the open and I'll end it.
Lucy: You can't kill it.
Tim: What the hell are we supposed to do with it, snuggle?

Tim: Sit!
[Cujo immediately sits]
Lucy: Seriously?

Nyla: It is not our job to police his grief.

Documentary: I've heard rumours that you have insight into the QAnon angle of this case?
Officer: Have you ever tried to put toothpaste back in the tube? I know it's an expression but have you actually tried to do it? I have. It's basically impossible.
Documentary: And what do you think Q is trying to tell people with this Q drops, these cryptic messages?
Officer: I really wasn't trying to say anything. I was just typing and maybe I got a little carried away.
Documentary: Wait, what did you say?
Officer: Well, I guess now is as good a time as any to reveal that... I'm Q.
John: Smitty is Q?
Nyla: I'm sorry, what?
Sergeant: Lord, give me strength.
Lucy: What?
Officer: A lot of writers use pseudonyms. Q is my first initial, so... hey, is my name down there?
[chyron reads "Quigley Smitty, Police Officer, 'Q'"]
Lucy: But it was an accident? He - he didn't start it on purpose?
Documentary: That's what he said.
Tim: Yeah, sounds like Smitty.
Officer: I was trying to start the fan fiction club for This Is Us and things just got out of hand.
Documentary: What the hell does This Is Us fanfic have to do with a cult?
Officer: I mistakenly mixed cough syrup with diet pills when I was writing a Satanic alien story line for Jack and Rebecca. I woke up the next morning and read it; none of it made sense. But overnight I got so many followers I just went with it. You can't put the toothpaste back in the tube.

Lucy: I'd cancel their rehearsal dinner. Change their registry to a bondage web store. Pay a gang of clowns to storm their wedding and hire a chopper to fly over their outdoor reception. See how well their cake stands up to the rotor wash of a Sikorsky helicopter.

Talia: Officer Nolan, are you familiar with the Crack Almanac?
John: Is it available on Kindle?

Lucy: I prefer sanitation goddess.

John: Yesterday I didn't have a brother and today I have a brother. That is a serious shift in the Universe.
Nyla: Is it? Look, real siblings are people that you share your childhood with, that guy shares some DNA. It doesn't make him your brother.

Nyla: I have been lost and I am trying to find my way back and I am going to make mistakes and I am going to fall on my face a lot but when that alert came in the only thing I could think about was making sure that she was safe. It's the only thing that matters to me now.

John: Can you imagine walking around with a serial killer's brand on you? When can she have it removed?
Lucy: Four weeks, two days, nine hours.

Talia: Tim rode with Hawke back in the day.
Tim: Damn straight. Craziest 6 months of my life.
Talia: Mmm-hmm. Nolan hung out with him last night.
Tim: Hawke and Nolan?
Lucy: Oh yeah. They were tight at the Academy. Bonded over their shared love of "old stuff".
John: The Beastie Boys isn't old.
Tim: They performed before I was born.

Celina: What'd they say about the Pitchess motion?
John: That Lopez's and Wesley's marriage is going to complicate things. Elijah's gonna try to prove prejudice. He may actually have a case.

John: Well, maybe we pay both these guys a visit, impress upon them how bad it would be if they were to take it any farther..
Angela: It's worth a try.
Nyla: A shot across the bow is not gonna stop them, but it might slow them down long enough for us to put bracelets on the monsters who did this

Aaron: Look, I appreciate the position that you're in, Officers, but you need to try to understand mine. We have a job to do, and the price of failure is death. So there is nothing for us to lose. You, on the other hand... .
[makes the hand signal indicating money]
Aaron: ... you have options.
John: [to Bradford] I think he wants us to walk away.
[to Galeno]
John: How much?
Aaron: How much do you want?
John: Oh, I want to be Batman rich. What's that take, like a billion?
Tim: Way more.
John: Yeah, like ten or twenty. Since I don't think you have that kind of cash on you, looks like we're sticking around and I don't get to be Batman.
Aaron: Then I guess we're done talking.

John: One more thing. You have to be strip searched. Twice. Before and after. In front of two witnesses.
Pete: You cops really do like it freaky, huh?

Wesley: Can I help?
Tim: What's your tolerance for cranks and asshats wasting your time?
Wesley: I'm a Public Defender.
Tim: Have at it.

Angela: The rooks are asking how they can help Nolan.
Tim: I found heavy drinking really helped knock out the nightmares.
Angela: Maybe keep that to yourself.

Ripper: [Nolan drives up in a battered, old car] You expect me to believe you got millions, driving around in this low-rent ride?
John: [to Harper] I thought you told me he was smart.
Ripper: What's that mean?
John: You wanna be a cop magnet? Drive around in a flashy car.
Ripper: You learn that in KC? Working corners in Brookside?
John: I look like a Brookside guy to you? I'm from Blue Parkway. And before you start quizzing me on ribs, it's LC's all the way.
Ripper: All right. Just had to check.

Tim: He's gonna love me. Colin was a sheriff for 30 years.
Lucy: Yeah, in a town with two stoplights.
Tim: LA or Mayberry, a cop's a cop.
Lucy: No, he's from Sweethome, not Mayberry.
Tim: No, I know. Mayberry, like the TV show.
Lucy: What TV show?

Skip: John Nolan. So nice to finally meet that handsome face that hangs on my wall!
John: Thank you. What?

Tim: Look, the thing you learn early on as police officers is that your future is never certain.
Lucy: Yeah. Anything can happen to anyone at any time.
Tim: Especially if they overstay their welcome.

John: You still struggling?
Angela: No. Well, a little. I know. I-I need to get over it. I'm a cop. I'm going to see messed-up things.
John: True. It doesn't mean you have to act like it doesn't have an impact on you.
Angela: I mean, Harper didn't blink.
John: Harper has seen things that would give Freddy Krueger nightmares.

Wesley: The City Attorney's offering to pay you a settlement. You should take it.
Elijah: You know, I lost everything when I decided to help you get your wife back from La Fiera. You turned me into a pariah. Now I have to start from the bottom. But it's all good. I will win, and the damages will be paid out from everyone's personal accounts. Now, that may not hurt you, Richie Rich. But it most certainly will hurt Nolan and Harper and Grey. Where they gonna find a half a million dollars each, huh? I'll keep coming, adding more of your little friends to my suit. I'll take everything away from you until you say sorry for taking everything away from me.
Wesley: You want me to apologize? To you?
Wesley: Something along these lines. In public. And, Counselor, make me believe it.

Tabin: She did not call the cops on me. Ma!
Aaron: Hey, hold on. It's... It's alright. Tabin, right? Officer Thorsen. Call me Aaron.
Tabin: She's crazy, okay?
Aaron: Your mom didn't call us, okay? But she is worried about you.
Tabin: What am I supposed to do? Stay cooped up in here? I-I want to live my life.
Aaron: Right, and she wants you to live a long and good life, too. All moms do. You know, it's just, sometimes, they can trip about everything. Listen. I know how you feel, okay? My mom, she's a piece of work, too. Sometimes I feel like she's the kid and I'm the adult.
Tabin: Yeah. Yeah. You know.
Aaron: Right. But you still got to show her respect, okay? No matter how angry you get. When I was your age, I was angry, too. Listen to her, right? If you get upset or whatever, just take a beat before answering. I mean, she changed your diapers, man, okay? You owe her that.
Tabin: I hear you.
Tim: Anything else bothering you? Kids at school?
Tabin: Nah.
Tim: You use?
Tabin: No, sir.
Tim: Good. Any gangs pressuring you to join?
Tabin: No, no.
Aaron: Here's my card, alright? It's got my cell on it. Anything stresses you out, you give me a call, okay? But no more slamming these doors. You feel me?

John: How about this? At the end of every shift, I send you a text to let you know I'm OK?
Henry: So, like, ahh, a safe word?
John: Exactly... no, wait! How do you know about safe words?
Henry: Hmmm. Do you really want to know?
John: No, abort!
[Henry chuckles]
John: Alright, what's our word gonna be?
Henry: Turducken.
John: Perfect... that poor cat.

Nyla: You say you want to be a cop like me. Screw that, be better than me. You've got what it takes, Not Nolan.
Lucy: I heard you call me Chen back at the house. I know you know my name.

Tim: That's why I don't swim in the ocean. It's a dumping ground for sewage, narcotics, and human remains. Still feel like going in?

Oscar: Do you still hear the lambs, Clarice?
John: Oh, Oscar, you're no Hannibal Lecter. You're more "Ernest Goes to Jail."

Ellroy: I'm glad I know how to clean the stain out of trousers.

Nyla: This is way bigger than we thought. We should take the night like Grey said and see how we are feeling in the morning.
Tim: Harper's right. Conducting an off the books operation is high risk on a good day and this ain't a good day.

Dr. Grace Sawyer: [Sound of a car roaring away] What was that?
John: I think that was the sound of my inheritance being stolen, again.

Lucy: I don't get all the fuss. Seems like we're getting a day of overtime just to close roads and hang signs.
Tim: That's like saying being drawn and quartered is fun time with horses.

Lucy: You put something in my drink...

Skip: You are the bees of the knees! Your bees - your knees - your bees contain knees!

Nyla: Look, I know I haven't known Lucy as long as the rest of you but I know that she is a fighter. She's going to do everything she can to stay alive until we can save her.

Rosalind: I was just thinking about how you saved my life. I've literally pealed a woman's face off and yet you put your body between me and a bullet. Why?
John: It's my job. I don't get to choose who I save.

John: I mean the job. My first six months have been a lot to process. It's like a raw nerve. "All the feelings", as my son's fond of saying. Does that get easier?
Sergeant: Look, a cop has a decision to make in the first few years. "How much can I handle?" How much I'm gonna let the job affect me. "If I had an input control, where would I set it to?" Some cops set it to 7. They take a lot in. Some set it to 3. Hell, some set it to zero.
John: Anybody keep it at 10?
Sergeant: Can't be done. Let me see your hand. You've been demoing your house for about a week, and you already got calluses growing. Your body does that to protect itself. Your mind does the same thing, whether you want it to or not.

Angela: Hey, union rep. Anything you can do to help?
John: Not much I can do about the lawsuit. As far as the Pitchess motion goes, I can call the City Attorney's office right now and make sure they're following POBR on that.
Angela: Thanks.
Nyla: I've been hit with 20 Pitchess motions and never had a judge grant one.
Angela: Yeah, but if it is granted, Elijah can use it to support his claims of "violation of civil rights, false arrest by a peace officer with a warrant, racial profiling, civil conspiracy."
Nyla: This is unbelievable. I mean, the guy is a major drug trafficker
Angela: If he thinks he can sue a defense attorney turned prosecutor and win, he doesn't know how badass my husband is in the courtroom.
Nyla: Damn straight.

Tamara: You want to sit?
Nyla: I will never be able to get up.

John: You all right?
Nick: Not even close.

Tim: Rachel, you did what you could.
Rachel: It wasn't enough.

Celina: What's a Pitchess motion?
John: It's a request to see a cop's personnel file. Everything... IA complaints, even the bogus ones. It's a great way to, uh, block energy. Why don't you go set up the shop. I'll meet you out there.

Sergeant: So, what are you doing here? Why aren't you at the hospital?
Tim: Cause I can't do brain surgery.

John: Hit 'em hard, drive away fast.
Lucy: Right into the shower, I hope. You stink.
John: *I* don't stink; my *character* stinks.

Nyla: Nothing like getting hit on by a 12-year-old delinquent to get your day started.
Fletcher: Hey, yo, I'm 15.
John: Not better.

Jackson: This week has been ass.
Angela: I get it. You're tired. I'm tired. So tonight, we're the dream team. We'll take turns copping some Z's...... while the other keeps their eye on the onboard and listens for calls.
Jackson: Wesley excited about the trip?
Angela: That's an understatement. Guy's got it planned to the nth degree. We're gonna get massages, ride horses, fly in a hot-air balloon.
Jackson: Oh, damn.
Angela: What?
Jackson: The boy's gonna propose.
Angela: What?
Jackson: Hot-air balloon? Proposal.
Angela: Shut up. You're wrong.
Jackson: Okay.
Angela: [Thinks for a moment] Damn it, you're right.

Officer: A C.I. of mine says Double R did it because our victim wouldn't pay up.
Nyla: Double R?
Officer: Some new girl gang.
Angela: I'm sorry, did he just act like girls aren't dangerous?

Nyla: You got a death wish, boot?
John: I get it from you.

Quinlan: Officers, man, we in the middle of a game here.
John: Look like you guys could use a breather.
Quinlan: I can go all day and all night.
[Quinlan leers in Celina's direction]
Celina: Hmm. Then you should, uh, cut back on the little blue pills.

Wesley: The good news is they haven't paid rent, so you can start the eviction process today. Based on their history, they'll probably take it to court. Because of the backups, it'll take a while to get a date. Uh, if you're lucky, you'll be rid of them in three months.
John: Three. So meanwhile, I'll be out legal fees, and they'll pocket $18,000 renting out the place to make "adult films."

Nick: What did you do?
Malcolm: I hit her with the knife.
Nick: You hit her with the knife, you mean you stabbed her.
Malcolm: Yeah.

Abigail: [to John Nolan] Your job affects people, makes a difference in their lives. If there had been a cop like you around when I needed help, things would have been different. Thanks for making today happen and for believing in me.

Tim: I told Grey that I'm not interested in moving up just yet.
Lucy: Are you holding out for Malibu?
Tim: Tim Bradford finishes what he starts. I haven't finished training you.

Attacker: Climate Change !
[Attacker defaces painting "The Lost Emperor" which has an eerie resemblance to Sergeant Grey]
Wade: No... oh !

Street: Help you?
John: We're here to see Quinlan.
Street: Not here.
John: And yet I'm looking right at him.

Jordan: [Looking where his hand was severed] You cut off my hand!
Daxton: They were tracking us through the watch.
Jordan: There are easier ways to take off a watch!

Tim: You can choose to see that tattoo as your greatest failure but I see it as proof that you're a survivor. It wasn't your day of death Officer Chen, it was the first day of the rest of your life and no one can take that away from you.

Nyla: Moses's shop has seen better days.
Wade: Where is he?
Angela: Slipped out the back as soon as the shooting started. You know he's gonna go back at Quinlan twice as hard.
Wade: Be sure to brief the midnight shift and the gang desk. This war's gonna keep escalating until they take each other out.

Oscar: You can't really blame a guy for trying.
John: To commit a felony? It's literally what I do for a living. Was it all just a game to you? Did you feel any fear at all?
Oscar: Honestly? No. Guys like me are wired differently. I don't really do fear or anxiety. On the flip side, I have really poor impulse control. Hey, you think I could get a soda?

John: I love this job more than I imagined I could. The day I stop giving it my all is the day I walk away.

Tim: The last time I gave you romantic advice I pushed you towards Caleb and you almost died.
Lucy: That's ridiculous. There was no reason to suspect anything. What happened... what happened wasn't your fault. It wasn't mine either. Look, I wouldn't ask your advice if I didn't value your opinion.

Lucy: [Checking a perp who went face first through a car window] Okay, stay still. Oh, man, I think it got into an artery. There's a lot of blood.
[Blood spurts from the perp's wound]
Lucy: Okay. Aah!
Emily: Here.
[a Girl Scout hands Lucy a scarf and pen]
Emily: You can use this scarf and pen to make a tourniquet.
Lucy: Thank you.
Emily: Place it two inches above the wound.
Lucy: Okay.
[Man groans]
Lucy: All right, the bleeding's stopped.
Emily: Am I gonna get a badge for this?

John: Back in Foxburg, I knew most of the cops by name.
Nyla: Because there were four of them.
[the other cops laugh]
John: Five.

Wesley: I mean, she was always a little creepy. Very bright, but casually cruel. I always chalked it up to privilege.

Elijah: Hello, Wesley.
Wesley: Elijah. What, you following me?
Elijah: Well, I heard you come here every morning.
Wesley: Well, the best scone in town.
Elijah: You know, I never would have guessed from your sad, little office or that beater that you drive that you're old-money rich. What's it like having generational wealth?
Wesley: I don't care about money .I care about justice, the rule of law.
Elijah: Spoken like someone with a ton of money. Hmm. Well, don't worry. I'll be relieving you of your burden.
Wesley: It's been nice, but you need to leave. Your lawsuit's malicious. I'm not leaving. This is my spot.
Elijah: Well, not anymore. Given the fact that you planted evidence on me, are married to a police detective, and have the full force of the D.A.'s office behind you, it's easy to see how you kept your job. My only choice was to file a restraining order against you. The judge granted it. This gentleman here just served you. I'mma be here every day, which means you'd better not be. Wesley.
Wesley: Take the scone. That's all you're gonna get.

John: [During a stakeout, Nolan pulls over Sgt. Grey] License and registration?
Sergeant: This ain't dinner theater. Relax.

Wesley: I'm sorry. Are you really murder boarding our child's future?

Colin: You know, back in Sweethome a good street cop would know every crook on his beat. We called it beat integrity.
Tim: Well, much easier in a town with nine criminals.

Sergeant: That's a whole other beast. You would have to go to the NYPD Academy, complete the FTO program before you'd even be allowed back on the streets. You would basically be starting from square one. In fact you would be the John Nolan of the NYPD.
Tim: No, you see that's not funny.

Lucy: I delivered a baby.
John: That's amazing!
Lucy: Then I got shot.
John: In the vest.
Lucy: It still counts.
John: Well.
Lucy: You should see the bruise! Just like -
[motions around her chest]
John: I'm good. I've got enough bruises on my own.

Nyla: If we can't obey every rule, then how can we expect that from citizens?

Aaron: Look, I love wandering around in dark alleys at 4:00 in the morning like anyone else, but if you go looking for trouble, you find it.

Dr. Grace Sawyer: Is this a date?
John: Uh, do we have to name it?
Dr. Grace Sawyer: No. I guess we don't.

John: Two cops are dead, and the guy I thought was my friend is responsible. Now help me.
Rosalind: Kill him?
John: Catch him.
Rosalind: Hmm. Less interesting.

John: What are you, some kind of secret genius?
Talia: Oh, it's not secret.

Tim: If you need anything let me know.
Lucy: You got a time machine?
Tim: I wish I did.

Nyla: We caught a D.B. this morning, a shopkeeper who refused to pay protection money to a street gang called Double R.
Lucy: Rowena Razors out of Rowena Gardens?
Angela: Gang task force doesn't have much on them except their leader, Shana Quelli. She was released from Valley State Prison three months ago. She's been extorting store owners on her turf.
Nyla: Our victim took a stand, and the Razors made an example out of him.
Wade: Harper and Lopez need you to infiltrate the gang to get some evidence, murder weapon.
Angela: A confession would be best.
Lucy: Uh... they're not going to let me anywhere near them.
Nyla: You're U.C. now, right? Gaining access and building trust is the name of the game.
Lucy: You got it. I'll figure it out.

John: There's only two reasons to torture someone.
Ellroy: You hate their guts.
John: Or you want them to tell you something.
Ellroy: Or it's a sex thing. So three things.
John: I'm super uncomfortable.

John: The world doesn't owe you anything, Colt. Not a winning lottery ticket, not a happy childhood, nothing. We've all got to do the best with what we've got and for you, right now, that means giving up and getting on the ground.

Oscar: Hey! I know you.
John: You've got to be kidding me.
Warden: You know Oscar?
John: I apprehended him twice during multiple escape attempts. On one of those attempts, he stabbed my friend. I can't imagine he has anything useful to say to these kids.

Sergeant: Thanks for coming in on your day off.
John: No problem. I'm excited to get started on my special assignment.
Sergeant: It's not a special assignment; it's a mandatory callback.
John: Oh. I may have renamed that in my head.

Jackson: So they're clearly crazy. Can we go now?

Lucy: Surprise I'm a cop.

Nyla: Any chance that CERT team is nearby?
Deputy: No, they're clear on the other side of the prison. There's no way they'll get to her in time.
Nyla: But we can.
Hector: Why? You don't owe her nothin'.
John: 'Cause it's the right thing to do. You remember that; you practiced it back at the gas station.
Hector: Why does everything have to be a teachable moment with you?
Nyla: Because he knows it's annoying.

Tim: You're working too hard ! Okay... I get it... .You're investing in a certain answer, because it makes for a better documentary.

John: Ben?
Ben: Oh! Hey.
[exhales]
Ben: What, is that how you greet your best friend turned landlord?
John: I wasn't expecting you for another week!
Ben: Ah, I got homesick. And I was also worried that I abandoned you in your time of need.
John: [Jokingly] Yeah, it's been really tough living here.
Ben: You know what I mean? C'mere.
John: Good to see you.
Ben: You, too. Ahh, man, you look good.
John: Thank you! A coffee machine?
Ben: Yeah, hot off the factory floor. It's from my foundation in Guatemala that empowers young mothers by helping them to start their own business.
John: Making hot beverages.
Ben: Among other things. I didn't think you'd want the lactation device.
John: Good call.

John: Is this gonna work?
Nyla: If Banks doesn't screw up your paper trail.
John: And if he does?
Nyla: We pray the body count doesn't include us.

Sergeant: I just solved two crimes sitting in my office. Bradford and Chen's peeping Tom and your gunshot victim. I'm just saying.

Tim: What's your tolerance level for cranks and asshats wasting your time?
Wesley: I'm a public defender.

Tim: Page a trauma surgeon and get an O.R. on standby. Incoming gunshot wound.

Isabel: I didn't know that rock bottom had a basement.

Thomas: Officers, take care of my brother.
John: I won't let anything happen to him. You have my word.

John: Harper, you know you don't have to do this.
Nyla: Relax five percent, this is what I do.

Caleb: You weren't conscious for your birth but you will feel every second of your death.
Lucy: That's some greeting card level villainy, not that psychopaths are known for being original thinkers.

John: You going to miss all this when you're a fancy detective?
Talia: Not at all.
John: What about me?
Talia: Even less.

Sava: [Sava's theory on what happened to Dim] Alien abduction.
John: [Talking about Sava] Oh, yeah. Later she added, uh, portal to another dimension.
Bailey: But, she didn't appreciate your suggestion.
John: Spontaneous combustion.
Interviewer: Oh, like the drummers in Spinal Tap.
John: Thank you for getting the reference.

Howard: I'm dying, brain cancer. I just found out. Maybe it's selfish, but I want them to know that I'm sorry before I'm gone.

Wade: Taking Elijah off the board gave us brief peace. Now there's blood in the streets.
Angela: Moses has been around for a long time. He even has legitimate businesses as fronts. He's smart and measured until he's pushed into a corner.
Nyla: And Quinlan is young and wild and not trying to wait his turn.
Wade: Did the night shift hear anything about Moses hitting back?
Angela: No. Not a peep, which somehow makes me more nervous.
Nyla: At least that means there's no new bodies.
Angela: Or none that we've found yet.

John: Can I help you?
Wendell's: Can you arrest someone for being incompetent, uncaring, self centered, unfaithful, and pathologically late?
John: I wish. What's this about?
Wendell's: My husband. Ex-husband. Soon to be ex-husband.

Nyla: You can do this. You have a unique ability to connect with people.
John: She's a psychopath who enjoys mind games and dismemberment. That's not exactly my lane, here.
Nyla: Tough.

Tim: The world *is* dangerous. Being vigilant is the price of admission.

John: I'm a little in love with her.
Nick: You tell her that?
John: Well, I've implied it, you know... with my actions.
[Nick rolls his eyes]
John: Not the same, is it?
Nick: Nope.

Ashley: You're the worst father ever.
Oscar: Is there a mug for that?

Flawless: Are you deaf? I said Shakespeare stole my dog.
John: *The* Shakespeare?
Flawless: Is there more than one?
John: I don't know. You said your name was Flawless; I'm just trying to roll with it.

John: Okay, you have a singular way of making me feel a thousand years old.

Wesley: So where are we, case-wise?
Lucy: Yeah, he made contact, asked me to dinner. Romantically, like a date? Well, ostensibly, it's about business, but he did just get out of prison, so odds are he's hopeful for a little somethin'-somethin'.
Wesley: Legally, there's two forms of entrapment. The first is offering so much money that an otherwise reasonable person commits an illegal act. The second is sex.
Nyla: Yeah, if a UC puts sex or love on the table as inducement to crime, it automatically becomes entrapment.
Wesley: The courts realize that love makes people do crazy things.
Wesley: Right, so I'm... Should we cancel dinner?
Wesley: No, but keep it professional. If he starts saying that he's doing it for you or for love, you got to walk.
Lucy: Yeah. Hey. Should I push a little about his brother?
Nyla: No, because you're still trying to build a foundation. Once he trusts you, he will hang himself. But we should get a decent wire for her, because he could get a little handsy.
Wade: Mm. All right. Pull the top of the line from HIDTA. We'll reconvene and brief two hours before your date. Any questions?

Oscar: Hey, guys!
Nyla: Why aren't you out there running wild like the rest of them?
Oscar: I was, then I got tired. All I really wanted to do was beat the hell out of this one guy, Kevin Nedved.
John: And did you?
Oscar: No! Somebody beat me to it. I know, right? Just my luck. But I did get to laugh in his face, which was nice! I'm surprised to see you two in one piece. Where's the kids? Did you trade them for safe passage?

John: I can't believe this. I started working when I was 19-years-old. It took me 20 years but I built a business, a family, a life and now here I am starting over with literally less than nothing.

John: Any advice on how to deal with her?
Nick: Don't try to figure her out?
John: Because I'm not qualified.
Nick: Therein lies the madness. Is there any real rationale why someone would take off a person's hands or pour boiling oil down someone's throat? There's this morbid curiosity to ask why. Don't. You don't want to know what's in her head and you sure as hell don't want her in yours.

Jordan: You're some kind of nut job. I steal your identity and make your life a living hell and then you save my life.
John: That's my job.

John: I'm merely concerned about her suitability, so perhaps we should show what she'd be signing up for.
Tim: No problem, scaring rookies off the job is my specialty.

John: Because she's here back in uniform training me and I couldn't figure out why until just this moment. I mean, she had a golden ticket. She could have gone anywhere in the department, anywhere she wanted so why the hell would she get back in blues and spend her days training a guy like me? I knew whatever the reason was, it had to be primal. Powerful enough to overcome her inherent arrogance and now I see your daughter and I see exactly why she's willing to sacrifice what she does best for the person she loves most.

Caleb: Any last words?
Lucy: Yeah. You're gonna be dead long before I am.

Lucy: With all due respect, I have been buried alive by a serial killer. This rabbit hole does not scare me.

Lucy: You know, kids need to have fun, but they also need a little bit of structure. Hey, hustle up. Okay. Uh, my name is Lucy. I am Coach Bradford's friend, and we're gonna start with the basics Throwing the ball. So, first things first, make sure the ball is secure in your mitt. Eyes on the target.Step out with the opposite leg from your throwing arm. Follow through. Ball lands back in the mitt. And we'll cycle through that, okay? We're not gonna move on until everybody gets it. So spread out. Let's give it a try.

Tim: You listen to me very carefully. Your name is Benjamin Lassie. You're a mid-level idiot, who controls every illicit item that enters the Central California Women's Facility. And today is your day of reckoning. Now, I am responsible for a life that is in jeopardy, and I will do whatever I have to to save her, do you understand? There's a man, who gives you items to smuggle onto death row for Rosalind Dyer. You are gonna give me that man.
Benjamin: Why would I do that?
Tim: Because if you don't, I will pull you inside out.

Wesley: These cases are frustrating, and hard. All you can do is keep circling back. And she may never be ready to leave, but it's important she knows that we'll be there when she is.

Damian: I have a lead. A kid in my congregation, one of Mateo's friends He came to me this morning, and asked me to tell you something.
Nyla: When you say "friend," you mean they used to bang together?
Damian: Yeah.He told me Moses's crew is transporting a big shipment of drugs today, hidden in merchandise for his auto shop.
Angela: Wait, I thought you said your informant is in Quinlan's gang.
Damian: He is. What?
Nyla: There's just, there's no way a street-level kid would know something like that, especially about a rival gang. Unless someone wanted him to know.
Angela: Quinlan sent him to tell you.He wants the LAPD to do his dirty work for him.
Damian: I'm-I'm not following.
Angela: He tips us off so we take Moses off the board.Quinlan wins the war without losing any more of his guys.
Damian: So you're not gonna act on the tip?
Nyla: Oh, no.We definitely are.
Wade: Doesn't matter if Quinlan's trying to play us. Any chance we have to put Moses behind bars, we're gonna take it.

Officer: Goat Yoga!

Lucy: Do you have any advice on how to get on her good side?
John: I actually don't know that she has one, so good luck.

Caleb: You don't say much, do you?
Talia: If you kill that woman, I'm gonna shoot you in the face... *a lot*.
Caleb: That's good to know.

Elvis: You don't look as dangerous as I anticipated.
Angela: And you don't look as smart.

Sergeant: The end of the race is always the hardest. The push is to remind you not to celebrate before you cross the finish line.

Wesley: ...The lease terms specifically prohibit that. Makes the case more clean-cut.
[In regards to the filming of pornographic films on residential rentals]

Nyla: I don't answer to you, 5%.
John: No, you don't but if you are committed to making this an antagonistic relationship, don't expect me to roll over and take it.

Lucy: You know, sometimes, controlling behavior, it It can be, like, a red flag.

Tim: Hello, ma'am. We had a noise complaint. Yelling. Everything okay?
Althea: I was just arguing with my son. Ain't no need for the police.
Aaron: Okay, so what's the problem, ma'am?
Althea: My son, Tabin.
Aaron: Mm-hmm.
Althea: He won't listen. He cuts school. He won't pick up after himself. And the mouth on that boy.
Aaron: And how old's your son?
Althea: 15.
Tim: He threaten you?
Althea: He knows he better not!
Tim: Okay. Any drugs, weapons, other criminal behavior?
Althea: Tabin? Absolutely not. I see him drifting. He's running the streets instead of doing schoolwork. Told him he's gonna end up like his sister. I already lost one child. I'm not gonna lose another.
Aaron: And let me guess... He didn't want to hear that, huh?
Althea: He says I don't know what I'm talking about. Starts yelling and... and slamming doors. I told him, "You break my house, I'mma break your head."
Tim: Okay. Well, we can't arrest him if he hasn't committed a crime.
Althea: Ain't nobody asking you to do all that. You can't talk to him, put the fear of Jesus in him, help keep him out of trouble? I pay your salaries. You know what? We should defund y'all ass.
Aaron: Look, um, I-I'll talk to him, okay? Is he inside?
Althea: Mm-hmm.

John: It seems strange to thank you for returning money that you stole from me.
Jordan: It's been that kind of a day.

Angela: I am tired, stressed, and emotional. If you make me chase your ass through this hotel, believe me, you will pay.
Jackson: I thought you were scary during the day shift.

Wade: [after having been shot and been through surgery] How do you do it? I mean, we're the same age.
John: Ish.
Wade: So how do you go out patrolling the streets and chasing suspects, getting into shootouts, day-in, day-out?
John: Tylenol and Icy Hot.
Wade: Hmm. It wasn't like this before. The last time I got shot I pulled out my own I.V.s and checked myself out.
[chuckles]
Wade: Now, I-I can't even imagine it.
John: Maybe that's the - maybe that's the difference. I was never that guy. I don't know what it's like to be a cop and not go home aching at the end of every shift.
Wade: So what you're saying is I need to accept the fact that I'm old.
[Nolan touches his nose to say, "On the nose"]
Wade: Mmm.

John: For someone who gave up undercover work you sure go back to it a lot.

Celina: Okay, how do you keep all these players straight? I mean, it seems like they're rising and falling every five minutes.
John: Takes work. Uh, CIs on the street, regular check-ins with the different desks Detectives, Narco, gangs. I was planning on waiting till you had a few more months under your belt to do that deep dive.
Celina: Oh, I'm ready now. The more I know, the less surprised I'll be.
John: Ah, if only that were true.

Nyla: How's that for luck? You stole a cop's identity.

Ripper: Yo, walk away.
[Pulls a gun on Nolan]
John: Yo, make me.
[Pulls his own gun]

Beth: I'm not crazy. I'm special. Roselyn showed me that.

Wendell's: What are you, new?
John: Actually, yeah, I am.
Wendell's: You seem kinda old to be new.
John: Uh, thank you?

Tim: I don't know where Rachel and I are headed but I want to find out and if you really care about your daughter, you won't get in the way of her happiness.

John: If anything's happened to Lucy.
Nyla: Don't go there. If she is in trouble the only way you are good to her is if you are focused solely on saving her not playing worst-case scenarios.

Sergeant: [Sgt. Grey drives up to a criminal] Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! Yo! You call an Uber?
[Criminal shakes his head no. Grey points a gun at him. Criminal raises his hands]
Sergeant: I'll understand if you don't give me a five star.

Rosalind: So if this is the last time I see you, you will live on in my fantasies.
John: Well, that makes one of us.

John: I can tell what you're thinking
Nyla: Doubt it.
John: You're working out how to kill me without your body cam catching it.
Nyla: Yeah, actually, that is what I was thinking.

Tim: You are only going to hear me say this once. Emmett's a fireman, they're idiots. They mean well, and Emmett, he's a not bad firemen. Don't write him off.

Nick: Catching you was worth everything it cost me.

Rosalind: Are you going to introduce me to your friends?
Nick: They have nametags; you got eyes.

John: Don't worry about paying me back.
Pete: I won't.

John: I know we said we'd go this weekend together and get your stuff. I thought I''d surprise you.
Bailey: Oh, thank you. Now, let's put it back in storage.
John: Yeah. Whoa, what? I got your big hug chair.
Bailey: I don't want that thing hugging me, it's hideous.
John: oh, it's not... .*that* hideous.
Bailey: No, really, it is. Especially next to all your furniture. You have such good taste.
John: Yeah, especially in fiancés.
John: Oh.
[kisses Nolan]
Bailey: Well, it can go back. But *this* has to stay.
[pulls a small statue out of a box]
Bailey: [Nolan takes in a sharp breath]
Bailey: I mean it.
John: [In a slightly sarcastic tone] You don't say.
Bailey: [breathy laugh] It spent an hour too long in the kiln.
John: No, no, it's perfect. This is excellent. It'll live right here. And he will bring us luck.
[puts the statue on a shelf]
John: There. Now, it's our home.
[a small earthquake shakes the house, but the only thing to fall and break is the statue]
John: I'm sure that doesn't mean *anything*. But you never gnome.