50 Best Wendell Pierce Quotes

Omar: Shoot, the way y'all looking at things, ain't no victim to even speak on.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Bullshit, boy. No victim? I just came from Tosha's people, remember? All this death, you don't think it ripples out? You don't even know what the fuck I'm talking about. I was a few years ahead of you at Edmondson, but I know you remember the neighborhood, how it was. We had some bad boys, for real. Wasn't about guns so much as knowing what to do with your hands. Those boys could really rack. My father had me on the straight, but like any young man, I wanted to be hard too, so I'd turn up at all the house parties where the tough boys hung. Shit, they knew I wasn't one of them. Them hard cases would come up to me and say, "Go home, schoolboy, you don't belong here." Didn't realize at the time what they were doing for me. As rough as that neighborhood could be, we had us a community. Nobody, no victim, who didn't matter. And now all we got is bodies, and predatory motherfuckers like you. And out where that girl fell, I saw kids acting like Omar, calling you by name, glorifying your ass. Makes me sick, motherfucker, how far we done fell.

Det. William Moreland: [repeated line to McNulty] Happy now, bitch?

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: You turning the world upside down with your bullshit. How are you not in jail?
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: I don't know. The lie's so big, people can live with it, I guess.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Jesus fucking Christ, Jimmy. I told you. I fuckin' told you it was gonna come to this. You played with fire, didn't you? And now we're all getting burned.

Robert: Harvey, uh, one more thing. You do still owe me that favor.
Harvey: What kind of math are YOU doing?
Robert: The kind of math that says Jessica Pearson hiring Louis Litt back adds up to shady.
Harvey: If that's all you got, you can collect your favor when the clock strikes kiss my ass, because partners leave firms and come back all the time.
Robert: Maybe, but they don't come back with their name on the wall.
[Harvey is surprised Zane knows this]
Robert: Ah, I'm guessing he wasn't supposed to tell me that, but he did, and Louis Litt... is not name partner material, which means he must have something on you; so, unless you want me going around town flapping my big mouth that something isn't right in your kitchen, you're gonna make good on that favor.

Det. William Moreland: Boy, them Greeks and those twisted-ass names.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Man, lay off the Greeks. They invented civilization.
Det. William Moreland: Yeah? Ass-fucking, too.

Det. Lester Freamon: What did he call Cole?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Collateral damage.
Det. Lester Freamon: I'm feelin' pretty damn collateral myself, I gotta say.

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: So you're my eyeball witness, huh? So why'd you step up on this?
Omar: Bird triflin', basically. Kill a everyday workin' man and all. I mean, don't get it twisted, I do some dirt too, but I ain't never put my gun on nobody who wasn't in the game.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: A man must have a code.
Omar: Oh, no doubt. Hey, man, I knew you from somewhere.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Yeah? I was in Southwestern, before I came to Homicide to work Frederick Road.
Omar: Nah, I mean back in the day. You go to Edmondson, right? Yeah, you was ahead of me. I remember you was the first brother I ever seen play that sport with a stick, uh, what's it called?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [chuckling] Lacrosse, man.
Omar: Fo' sho.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Yeah. I was All-Metro attack. Prep school boys used to pee themselves when they see the ol' Bunk comin' at 'em, you know?
[they laugh]
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Oh, man, so look here, homie. Seein' as how you bein' all charitable with your recollections, what else you got in the way of open murders?
Omar: Goin' to Barksdale?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Goin' anywhere.
Omar: How far back you want me to go?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: As far as you need. Murder stay murder.

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: I don't know. Men of color usually don't do themselves. I mean, take me, for instance.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Yeah, I mean, you got all the reason in the world.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: And yet here I am, still standing.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Give or take.

Det. William Moreland: You seem awfully happy today.
Det. Ray Cole: I got laid last night.
Det. William Moreland: Oh yeah? Your asshole still hurt?

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: The Bunk can't swim. I ain't too good at floatin' either.

Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: You got yourself a hell of a case.
Moreland: Fuck you very much.

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: You're not the run-of-the-mill kind of asshole, are you, Jimmy? You're a special kind of asshole.

Robert: Jesus Christ, what have I got myself into?
Harvey: I'll tell you what. You got yourself into Zane Specter Litt.
Robert: Or Specter Zane Litt. Either way...
Harvey: Litt comes last.

Eric: It's simple, really. Daniel Hardman's name for yours.
Robert: Excuse me?
Eric: I said you retire, I take Daniel on as a partner, and that is take it or leave it.
Robert: All right. Let's get to it. What the fuck is your problem with me?

Mike: [sarcastically about mining and satellites] The mind of Jack Ryan.
James: A nice place to visit, but you wouldn't want to live there.

James: That account you froze; S.A.D., Yemeni PSO picked up somebody.
Jack: Suleiman?
James: No. A couple of couriers, they think.
Jack: Wait, you said S.A.D., but I didn't order any surveillance.
James: I did.
Jack: I thought you said I wasn't there yet.
James: You weren't. But that doesn't mean you were wrong.
Jack: Well, how come you couldn't have said that instead of throwing me out of your office?
James: Because I don't know you. And I don't answer to you. Now, S.A.D. and the Yemenis are gonna run the interrogation. But you're the one that knows all this financial shit, so I need you there to make sure they know what questions to ask.

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [to an inattentive McNulty] I'm thinking of becoming a woman.

Alderman Price: Morgan William's senseless death has caused this city great distress and pain. And as a result, we've gone to great lengths to find someone to blame. Someone to hate. And no one has wanted to hate Detective Halstead more than me, but the more I learned about what actually transpired that morning, the more I'm convinced Detective Halstead did nothing wrong. In fact, his actions saved several lives. Several black lives.

Robert: Well, it's official. I just signed over the management of the firm to Louis this morning.
Harvey: And?
Robert: Well, I gotta say, it's a weight lifted off my shoulders.
Harvey: Doesn't look like a weight off.
Robert: Oh, you seriously gonna say that to me today of all days?
Harvey: Yeah, that's how strong I think our bond is.
Robert: Are you sure? Because I can make fun of your physical appearance too.
Harvey: Really? Huh, what would you say?
Robert: ...Never mind.

Robert: [to Mike] Where the hell were you? I'm standing up here with my dick in my hand, and you're out having a soda.

Det. Shakima 'Kima' Greggs: [Herc has been ranting about IID charges] Herc, What the fuck did you do exactly?
Sgt. Thomas 'Herc' Hauk: I lost a surveillance camera that I took without my Lieutenant's permission and the evidence that I had found, I it attributed to a made up informant.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Son, They gonna beat on your White ass like it was a Rented Mule.

Robert: This is about Harvey Specter and Jessica Pearson and their divorce negotiations. And you don't go to the one you didn't marry to stick it to the one you did.

[Stewedores' Union members were testifying in front of the Grand Jury]
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: How did we do, Charlie?
Charlie: I almost got one to swear that the docks are actually near the water.

Gloria: I appreciate you coming up here, but I'm not sure why you would want to meet me when I'm not yet a representative of this country.
James: I think we might be able to help each other out.
Gloria: [scoffs] Your country has a history of "helping out" in elections in Latin America.

Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: So what do you think?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: I think this is a tragic motherfucking miscarriage of justice. I think it deserves a special grand jury, and if not, the President should appoint an independent prosecutor. Oh, no no, no no, actually, I think Kofi Bryant and the United fucking Nations should get involved.

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Now look. We all got roles to play.
Det. Lester Freamon: What's your role?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: I'm just a humble motherfucker with a big-ass dick.
Det. Lester Freamon: You give yourself too much credit.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: OK, then. I ain't all that humble.

Robert: I didn't ask you when you'd get here, Louis. I asked you where you were.
Louis: That's, uh, kind of personal.
Robert: Well, I feel kind of bad about that, Louis, but I've been standing here with nothing but my dick in my hand for the last 30 minutes.
Louis: All right, well, if you wanna know, Sheila and I are trying to have a baby and she's not getting any younger, and we're just trying to take advantage of any opportunity we can.
Robert: Why didn't you say so? Just get here as fast as you can.

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: The hell with Norris. You my real partner, Lester. My life partner.
Det. Lester Freamon: Don't tease, bitch.

James: You've been doing this for how long?
Jack: Almost four years.
James: [sarcastic] Oh, almost four years. Holy shit. That's, like... wow. I am impressed.
[seriously]
James: Now, let's say that you're actually right and Suleiman or Casper the Friendly Ghost or whoever the fuck actually exists. What do you think he does when he finds out a state entity has frozen his bank account? He cuts bait and you get nothing!
Jack: How many people you know walk away from $9 million? That money means everything to him.
James: I agree. Which is why we could've sat on that bank, tracked every courier who came and went, and wrapped up the whole god damn network.
Jack: Yeah. Or we could've just watched the front door of the bank while they walked out, pulled off the next 9/11, and we didn't do a thing.
James: Get the fuck out of my office.

Robert: I'm a big, bad motherfucker, and I'm here to drink your goddamn milkshake.

Harvey: You know, I was just thinking. I told Jim that this case was Rocky IV, but it turned out to be Rocky III.
Robert: You mean the one where Apollo and Rocky come together to beat Mr. T?
Harvey: Well, I sure as hell wasn't talking about Rocky V.
Robert: Well, you know what happens at the end of Rocky III.
Harvey: Yeah, Rocky and Apollo go toe-to-toe. Let me guess, you're wondering what would happen if we went toe-to-toe.
Robert: I don't need to wonder. I know what'd happen. I'd win.
Harvey: Whatever gets you through the day.

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: You ain't gonna play that country shit, right? I hate that country shit.

Robert: Samantha, how are you doing?
Samantha: Physically, I'm fine. Mentally, I am pissed the fuck off.

Off. Beatrice 'Beadie' Russell: You must know Jimmy McNulty?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: He's dead to us.

Robert: So you think you have what it takes to run this firm?
Louis: I know I do. And my first order of business is promoting Alex and Samantha at the same time.
Robert: And any managing partner worth his salt can see they'll never go for it.
Louis: No. They're either both gonna accept this or they're both gonna walk the fuck out the door because I am sick of this shit.

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: So Cheese. Who's your dog?
Melvin: Huh. You my dog.
[air kisses Bunk]
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Heh heh heh, I just want to know who's your dog. Dog.
Melvin: What's this, some psychology? Huh? Yeah, OK, uhh... "Yo please, stop, stop! I'll tell you everything I know."
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: C'mon Cheese!
[shows Cheese some photos of murder victims]
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Who's your dog?
Melvin: Oh hell no! Y'all a'int layin' no bodies on me man. Lawyer time!

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [both investigating a crime scene] Ah, fuck.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Motherfucker.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: What the fuck?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Ah fuck.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Fuck! No.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Ah,fuck.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Fuck it. how the fuck?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Motherfuck. Aw, fuck. Aw fuck.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Fuckity, fuck fuck, fuck fuck, fucker. Ah fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Ah, fuck, fuck, fuck. Motherfucker.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Fuckin' A. Fuck.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: What's that?
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Motherfucker.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Fuck me.

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [McNulty has trouble loading up the camera] Maybe you ought to set up an easel on the sidewalk and do a sketch instead.

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: At all hazards, a man must keep up appearances. Dignity, I say. Dignity above all, Governor. Hear, hear!

President: The peace between our nations is a fragile one. For the sake of preserving it, you were never here. Understood?
James: With all respect, this isn't the first time I wasn't in Moscow.

Robert: We're in here arguing about who's better between you and me. What if Louis turns out better than both of us?
Harvey: Jesus Christ, that'd be the worst Rocky ever.
Robert: No, Rocky V is still the worst Rocky ever.
Harvey: Finally, something we can agree on.
Robert: Truth be told, I never even saw Rocky VI.
Harvey: Neither did anybody else, Robert.
Robert: You know, that new Creed franchise, oh, that's quite a little something.
Harvey: Really?
Robert: Mm-hmm.
Harvey: Maybe I should watch it tonight. Want to come over?
Robert: Do I look like I don't have nothing to do but to come and watch Rocky VII with your lonely ass?
Harvey: But I got popcorn.
Robert: ...I'll call Laura.

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: You know what you need at a crime scene?
Det. Shakima 'Kima' Greggs: Rubber gloves?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Soft eyes.
Det. Shakima 'Kima' Greggs: Like I'm suppose to cry and shit?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: If you got soft eyes, you can see the whole thing. If you got hard eyes - you staring at the same tree missing the forest.
Det. Shakima 'Kima' Greggs: Ah, zen shit.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Soft eyes, grasshopper.

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Boy, them Greeks and those twisted-ass names.
Off. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Man, lay off the Greeks. They invented civilization.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Yeah? Ass-fucking, too.

Jessica: On this particular case, all I give a shit about is keeping you in check. Which means, for the duration of this matter, you will be treating Mike Ross like a partner.
Robert: Oh, you gotta be kidding me. That boy barely shaves.
Jessica: I don't care if he's still in diapers. He's representing my firm, which means he's representing me. You look at him, you see me.
Robert: You're asking for a hell of a lot.
Jessica: Then take your wingtips off my table and walk 'em out the door, because this is my case and you either do it my way or you don't do it at all.
Robert: ...I loooove you.

Matice: Man, I thought you were in Pakistan.
James: No. Back at Langley.
Matice: Headquarters?
James: Yeah.
Matice: Sorry to hear that, man.

Moreland: I'm just a humble motherfucker with a big-ass dick.
Freamon: You give yourself too much credit.
Moreland: Okay then. I ain't that humble.

[Bunk tries to sneak into his cubicle unnoticed, but Landsman slowly looms up over the partition, loudly slurping a drink]
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Aw, shit.
Sergeant: You tried to sneak by me, didn't ya?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: I was just comin' in quiet and respectful.
Sergeant: Well, for a big man, you do have a dancer's grace. But I, sir, I have the eyes of an eagle. And the fact that you tried to slither into your workspace undetected does not bode well for the recovery prospect of our missing firearm, does it?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: I'll get it.
Sergeant: Mm-hmm.
[Kima walks over]
Detective: What up, Mr. Bunk?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Hey, girlfriend.
Detective: Vernon Holley workin' tonight?
Sergeant: Uh, yeah, he's, um, 4-to-12. You should try the coffee room.
Detective: [realizes she's being shooed away] Yeah, all right.
[she leaves; Bunk and Landsman watch her go]
Sergeant: Man, I would murder that. If she wasn't, heh-heh-heh...
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Particular?
[pause]
Sergeant: Find that gun.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [annoyed] Yeah, okay.
[Landsman leaves]
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [under his breath] Muthafuck you too.

Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Jesus, what the fuck did I do?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: You happy now, bitch?

Robert: [to Jessica] When Rachel first told me she didn't want to work for me, we fought all night. I didn't think any other firm was good enough. And then she told me she was gonna work for you, and that changed everything. A brilliant black woman, mentor for my baby girl, someone who could teach her what the world does to people like us - how to get down in the mud and still manage to keep her dignity. And look at what you taught her instead.

Asst. State's Atty. Rhonda Pearlman: [Reading an affadavit] You all cannot spell for shit.
Det. William Moreland: Well, would we be police if we could?