50 Best Wendell Pierce Quotes

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

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

[last lines]
James: If the higher-ups found out about this, they'd put me on a desk or force me into retirement.
Jack: What are you gonna do?
James: I don't know.

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!

Mike: Do you have any idea what it means to be on a team?
James: Mike, if I may, I've worked with Ryan. Is he an ass? Yes. But does that make him wrong? No, it doesn't.

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

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

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

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.

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

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: [quote after opening credits] Aw yeah. That Golden Rule.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

Off. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: What the fuck is that?
Asst. State's Atty. Rhonda Pearlman: It's a man's purse. European men like yourself sometimes carry one.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [mumbles] Hm. Them people ain't right over there.

[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. 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.

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...

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.

[investigating a corpse in a vacant house]
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: How happy am I to see my pager go off with your call number?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Smoke 'em if you got 'em, because this muthafucka is as ripe as they get.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: We aren't up. Nolan's squad is up.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: I know, I know.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: But you had to answer the fuckin' phone, didn't you?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: I gotta pay down my credit cards, man.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Not off him, you ain't. Motherfucker, I leave you alone for a minute or two, what do you do?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: All right, I heard ya!
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Well, say the words, Bunk.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [offers McNulty a cigar] Oh, come on, man.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Speak to me.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: [puts the cigar away] So you gonna cut and run on the Bunk? That shit ain't right, Jimmy. All right then, this is my case, my file. This shit comes back a murder, you ain't gotta do shit but stand there and laugh at me. You happy now, ya bitch?
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: This'll teach you to give a fuck when it ain't your turn to give a fuck.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: It ain't even gonna be a murder. This muthafucka probably came in here to take a shit or somethin' and just fell out. I betcha there ain't nothin' to it.
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: [turns to leave] You hope.
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: Where you goin'?
Det. James 'Jimmy' McNulty: Back to the office, where I belong.
[he leaves; Bunk looks down at the corpse]
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: You... molderin' muthafucka, don't even think about comin' back a murder. Don't even think of that shit.

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?

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

Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: A man must have a code.

James: [to Ryan after church gas attack] A friend of mine in the Bureau told me a story. After 9/11, a guy who worked for American Airlines called the FBI tip line to turn himself in. He was working at Dulles the morning of the attacks, checking tickets at the gate business as usual. And these two Middle Eastern fellas come through the line. They presented their boarding passes, he checked them in and waved them on through. As they're walking away, he happened to look down at their shoes, and he notices they're cheap. Scuffed up. They don't match the first-class tickets or pressed collared shirts and new khaki pants. One hour later, those men flew that Boeing 757 into the side of the Pentagon.
James: He blamed himself for putting those hijackers onto the plane, but what should he have done? Called airport security because they had dirty shoes? Of course not. That would have been irrational. And you blaming yourself for this that's irrational, too.
[walking away]
James: Not to mention narcissistic.

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. Michael Crutchfield: Did he fuck you?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland: He tried. But mostly he just fucks himself.

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.

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.

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

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...

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: 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: And Louis, one more thing. Harvey wasn't being disrespectful to you, he was just treating you the way he treated Jessica and me.
Louis: I get it, he's an equal opportunity asshole.
Robert: Serving the community 24 hours a day.

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.

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 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.

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.

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?

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

Robert: I don't need you owin' me one.
Harvey: Why don't you take the night to think about it? 'Cause if there's one thing I've learned, you can never have too many favors in the bank.

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.