Detective Marcus Burnett: Do you want your legacy to be muscle shirts and body counts?
[Lowrey gets out of his Porsche 911. Burnett opens the passenger door and accidentally hits a fire hydrant]
Detective Mike Lowrey: Hey!
Detective Marcus Burnett: [struggling to get out while banging the door on the fire hydrant] Oh, shit! Oh!
Detective Mike Lowrey: Come on, man!
Detective Marcus Burnett: You can get that buffed out.
Detective Mike Lowrey: No. You can get that buffed out.
Detective Marcus Burnett: We're not just black, we're cops too! We'll pull ourselves over later!
Detective Marcus Burnett: [during a heated argument with Mike] How DARE You... I sat by your bedside wiped the goddamn drool of your chin and Now YOU Disrespect Me like that in my own home?
Captain Howard: The horse represents all of our fears and traumas and it's got us running around a hundred miles an hour to the point where we can't even answer a simple question: Where are you going? Where are you going Mike? Mike, you gotta take control of your life. You gotta grab the reins before your horse runs you off a cliff.
Marcus: [after putting on his glasses] Shit! This is like HD!
Mike: [to Manny] Did you just get pig fat on my suit?
Marcus: It's like an angry white man's basement in here!
Mike: [Marcus starts to cry while holding his grandchild] Uh uh. Ok, that's that shit.
Marcus: No, Mike.
Mike: Stop it.
Marcus: The baby...
Marcus: Look at the baby...
Mike: OK, you know what? I'll be outside when you get your shit together.
Marcus: [still emotional] Mike, the baby...