The day you wouldn’t take a promotion, let me know. And if you’d taken care of this, I wouldn’t even be here.
And I’m gonna need the identity of your undercovers.
What Freud said about the Irish is: We’re the only people who are impervious to psychoanalysis.
If we’re not gonna make it, it’s gotta be you that gets out, cause I’m not capable. I’m fucking Irish, I’ll deal with something being wrong for the rest of my life.
You got a nice suit at home or do you like coming to work everyday dressed like you’re goin’ to invade Poland?
Look, Frank, if you don’t relax, if you don’t relax, I can’t relax. All right? Now what I need you to do is you get me information on the people who were with you last night. Your crew. Get me Social Security numbers, get me…
All right, all right. Frank, Frank, Frank, I’m sorry, Frank. If you could, please. What I need are SS numbers, DOBs, just all the pedigree information so I can run it on my end and we can ID the prick. If you can just get me that information, what I can do is I can just – I – I – we’re gonna handle it. I – I – I can handle it.
I can’t wait to see you explain this one to a fucking Suffolk County jury you fucking cocksucker. This is gonna be fucking fun!
Uh, Jimmy had a rough month. Jimmy had a heart attack in jail, and then he got himself knifed at Boston City Hospital. I believe it’s been in the papers.
Fuck you, fuckin’ queers. Firemen gettin’ pussy for the first time in the history of fire or pussy. Hey go save a kitten in a tree, you fucking homos.
Yeah, you got a tail. Two cars, not very subtle. They’re not gonna be very subtle from now on. That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.
I think you better call your mother, and tell her you won’t be home for supper.
Look it, fuck-stick, you don’t have to trust me. Just listen to what I am saying to you.
Now why would you have to remind me of that? Would I be any good at what I do if I didn’t fucking already know that? Frank, you gotta trust me. Alright, just trust me Frank. Hey, it fucking involves lying and I’m pretty fucking good at that. Right?
Now Mrs. Kennefick, I knew your son. I knew Miles. Now he was a little younger than me but he was behind me in school. I wanna get these people who did this to him. Would you like to help us? You wanna help us catch the people who forced your son to do a robbery and then killed him?
