Susan: This is hard to say, but I've been thinking a lot about it... and we can't have a relationship.
John Moss: Sure we can, 'cause I can change. I'll try harder.
Susan: It's not that. It's not you. You're fine. It's what you do. It's... it's all the violence. I have spent my life trying to run away from that. I cannot put Bonnie in a position where she doesn't know if her father's gonna come home alive.
John Moss: Yeah, I understand. Sure. Cops are too angry, too violent... too risky to care about... until you need one. Then we're the Second Coming, aren't we? I understand that one all right.
Nick Lang: Ever killed anybody?
John Moss: Counting today?
Nick Lang: C'mon John. Look, my character kills this guy. It's probably an innocent by-stander. I just want to know what that's like.
John Moss: You can't. Not by asking someone.
Nick Lang: Will you open up? I just want to know what it feels like to be inside your skin.
John Moss: I DON'T WANT YOU INSIDE MY SKIN, YOU UNDERSTAND? It's private! What's in there belongs to me! You're not gonna learn what it means to be a cop by eating hot dogs and picking your teeth and asking stupid questions. We live this job. It's something we are, not something we do! Every time a cop walks up to a car and has to give a speeding ticket, he know he may have to kill someone or be killed himself. That's not something you step into by strapping on a rubber gun and riding around all day. You get to go back to your million dollar beach house and your bimbos and your blow jobs and you get 17 takes to get it right. We get one take. It lasts our whole lives. We mess it up and we're dead.
Nick Lang: [picking up a tape recorder] Fuck was that great! John. Look. Can you just say that one more time for me, please? John.
Operator: 9-1-1 Emergency.
Party Crasher: Hello there! It's me - again! Well, what can I say? I'm about to crash another party.
John Moss: Not if you tied my toung to your tail-pipe and drove me eighty miles-an-hour naked across a field of broken glass. No. No.
John Moss: Why don't you go tie your dick in a knot?
[after being shot in the chest]
Nick Lang: Oh man, this is too real.
Pooley: Jesus, Moss, what are you gonna tell the captain? "I'm sorry about the forty-five people I killed, I was horny?"
John Moss: Now what you boys want to do is you want to graduate from high school, get decent jobs. Take a shot at white-collar crime, that's where the real money is!
John Moss: I gave the little maggot a chance! I got to the bathroom and back. He doesn't belong here, he belongs in Never-Never Land, with his personal trainer, and his assistants, and his maid, and his God-knows-who-all, the guy who wipes his ass after he pinches off his daily loaf, OK?
John Moss: Look, dickwad. I don't give a rat's ass about where you come from. All I care about is where you're going.
John Moss: Listen, you little cockroach! I got yanked off a case so you can get wanked off being a cop groupie and now what? You wanna live in my house? I got a job to do and I'm gonna do it and I don't have time for anybody in my house, in my car, or in my life who isn't a: a cop or b: The Party Crasher. You got it?
Nick Lang: So that's what this is all about, isn't it? You're still after this guy.
Nick Lang: Oh, don't you take that tone with me!
Nick Lang: Bang Bang, Nick Lang.
John Moss: You might wanna try skipping a meal every now and then. Somewhere there's a small country going hungry.
Nick Lang: [about the Party Crasher] I can't believe he'd just kill in broad daylight like that.
John Moss: Maybe he's a big ham bone like you and he craves the attention.
Nick Lang: Hey, John, you know what a big ham bone like me hates more than anything else in the world?
John Moss: [not interested] Oh, yeah? What's that?
Nick Lang: A bad review.
[Moss stops, getting an idea. He turns around and waves at the news crew hovering by the crime scene]
John Moss: Hey, Frank! Frank! You want an interview? You got it!