50 Best Wendell Pierce Quotes

Louis: The two of you decided who's running this firm without including me in the conversation.
Harvey: What are you talking about? You signed the agreement.
Louis: The agreement that you drew up, and just expected me to be okay with.
Robert: You're saying that you want to be managing partner?
Louis: No, Robbie. But you wouldn't know that, because you never asked, and I will not be the third wheel just because my name comes last.
Robert: No one thinks of you as a third wheel, Louis.
Louis: Oh, really? Because you wouldn't be here if it weren't for me, and you wouldn't have a firm at all if it weren't for me. I saved both your fucking asses, and not only didn't you think to thank me, as far as I can tell, you didn't even clock what I did. Now, I am a partner just as much as you, and I am done having to remind you of that. So the next time there's a decision to be made, guys, you better pull up a seat for me at that table, or I swear to God, I will break the whole goddamn thing in two.

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: 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.

Harvey: You and Samantha can accept Alex or you can pack up your shit right now.
Robert: I'm not going anywhere and neither is Samantha, because you're the past, and she's the future.
Harvey: Not here, she's not. Now get the fuck out of my office.

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: [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.

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.

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

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: [to McNulty] There you go. Givin' a fuck when it ain't your turn to give a fuck.

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

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.

James: [after shoot-out] Jack, you did good. Real good. For an analyst.
Jack: Fuck you.
James: Now you talk to your boss like that, you'll find yourself in a shitty cubicle writing terrorist finance briefs.
Jack: Promise?

James: I told you to stand the fuck down, and you went behind my back and froze that account.
Jack: That was Treasury's call.
James: Oh, bullshit! The ink on that démarche may be theirs, but this was your idea.
Jack: Listen, if you're worried about this blowing back on you, don't. Okay? I'll take full responsibility.
James: Oh, is that what you think? That I'm trying to protect my career? Look around. That ship has sailed.

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.

Cathy: And for the record, I think your scars are kind of badass.
James: You should hear my fake stories about how I got them in the State Department.

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.

Jack: You know, there's a few other bars in DC where you can get a club soda and lime.
James: Uh, yeah. But if I went to one of those other bars, I might meet some friendly strangers, get into some conversation, end up having a good time. Only here, at this bar, can I sit next to a morose motherfucker in a J. Crew button-down. and be depressed all night...

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.

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

Detective: Ola-Gim-Ju Nwaka?
Chief: What?
Detective: You ought to get 25 years just for making me pronounce it. You're under arrest for criminal facilitation in the second degree. You have the right to remain...
Chief: You are making a terrible mistake. You have no idea what you're doing.
Detective: Sounds like my second wife.

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

Detective: Guy leaves two dozen bodies scattered all over the city, no one gives a fuck.
Detective: It's because who he dropped.
Detective: True that. You can go a long way in this country killin' black folk. Young males especially. Misdemeanor homicides.
Detective: If Marlo was killin' white women...
Detective: White children.
Detective: Tourists.
Detective: One white ex-cheerleader tourist missin' in Aruba.
Detective: Trouble is, this ain't Aruba, bitch.
Detective: You think that if 300 white people were killed in this city every year, they wouldn't send the 82nd Airborne? Negro, please.
Detective: There's gotta be some way to make 'em turn on the faucet.
Detective: Well, come on, Jimmy, you're the smartest boy in the room. You come up with somethin' in this broke-ass city.
[McNulty looks down the bar at a pair of women, then walks over to them and starts talking]
Detective: [leans over to Bunk] Isn't he married or some shit now?

Nicolás: [coming down from his horse] Do you know anything about polo?
James: I know Ralph Lauren makes a great shirt.

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [quote after opening credits] Aw yeah. That Golden Rule.

James: You just try to look casual; like you know what you're doing.
Jack: I do know what I'm doing.
James: Good. Tell your face.

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?

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.

Robert: I talked to Cameron Dennis. The guy's friends put him at a different location, and...
Samantha: Don't you fucking say it.

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.

James: When you work behind a desk, your friends don't get killed. They don't get captured. They don't go down in helicopters. But it's the work, it's the real work, that still needs to get done. And if I can't do it, someone else has to. It's time...

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

[Bunk and McNulty are staking out Vondas' house; Vondas comes out wearing a suit]
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: A different look for our boy.
Off. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Yeah. Perry Ellis or somethin'.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Now, how would a just-rolled-outta-bed-lookin' muthafucka like you know the designer?
Off. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Okay, I'm guessin'.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: It's a Joseph Abboud. He puts dark buttons instead of brass on his blazers. That's the Abboud signature.
Off. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: You know what they call a guy who pays that much attention to his clothes, don't you?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Mm-hmm. A grown-up.

Harvey: Hey. Wanna go out and get a burger?
Robert: I do. But it's 2:00 a.m. If I go out for a burger right now, the only thing I'm getting is a divorce.
Harvey: Copy that. I'll get you one from the kitchen.
Robert: Yeah, meet me downstairs. Hide it in the gift bag or some shit.

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

Chinese: [Speaking foreign language]
Moreland: Hey, hey.
Chinese: ...English.
Middle: No English.
Eastern: ...English.
Arab: English...
Moreland: Kunta kinte, yabbdabba dabba do.
African: Huh...?
Freamon: Hah mishy gishy gushy gushy mishy meshy mushy, motherfucker.
African: Eh?
Freamon: Eh! Negro, you can not travel half way around the world and not speak any motherfuckin' English.
African: [Speaking foreign language]
Freamon: English, motherfucker!

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.

Mike: You guys married?
James: Divorced.
Jack: Single.
Mike: ...All right, great talk.

Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: You see Griggs out there, bagging evidence alone, then going back out there to recanvas on a triple? A triple fucking murder! A home invasion, and she's working it alone. They pulled Crutchfield this morning, put him back on the rotation.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: That's on them! You can't come...
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Fucking right, it's on them. A triple murder, and 12 hours later they leave one detective alone on it? I guess she's lucky she has a car!
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: This shit won't work.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Well, then we're no worse than before. Extra red name or two on the board.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Yeah, unless you got caught.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Who in this fucking unit's going to catch me? Most of the guys up here couldn't catch the clap in a Mexican whorehouse.

Robert: A man gets told he only has so much time left on this earth, you would think that would put things in perspective.
Harvey: You would. But I guess he'd have to be human.
Robert: And as it turns out, he was more like the Terminator. Just won't go down.
Harvey: "Come with me if you want to live."
Robert: "I'll be back."
Harvey: "Hasta la vista, baby."
Robert: "If it bleeds, we can kill it."
Harvey: First, that's "Predator". Second, you sound Jamaican. Not German.

Sgt. Jay Landsman: Jimmy, I say this seriously. If I was laying there dead on some Baltimore street corner, I'd want you standing over me, catching the case. Because, brother, when you were good, you were the best we had.
Det. William Moreland: Shit, if you were lying there dead on some corner, it probably was Jimmy that done you.

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [types in "Peanut" in database] 89? And that's just the ones with Westside addresses.
Det. Vernon Holley: Man, you got to narrow that shit down. Find some way to work with all them "Peanuts."
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Motherfucker, do I look like George Washington Carver?

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.