Internal Affairs (1990)
Dennis Peck: [Peck and Avila are discussing Avila's wife, Kathleen] She's very pretty too. A little skinny for my taste, but they say the skinny ones give good head so...
[Raymond knocks him to the ground]
Dennis Peck: OK, here's what's going to happen. I'm gonna fuck her for a while and teach her how to come.
Raymond Avila: Get up!
Dennis Peck: Then that way, she can show you what she likes!
[Raymond decks Dennis again]
Dennis Peck: They said you're a pretty good boxer, Raymond. You're pretty fucking good.
Dennis Peck: Not bad!
Raymond Avila: [throws a handkerchief at Peck] Clean yourself up!
Dennis Peck: Give my best to Kathleen!
Dennis Peck: [after decking Raymond in an elevator] Hi, Raymond!
[referring to Raymond's wife]
Dennis Peck: You know what she really wanted? You know? Yeah, I should have guessed. She liked it in the ass, Raymond. That's right. Right in the fucking ass! Drove her crazy. She came so much, for a second I thought she was going to pass out on me.
[decks Raymond again]
Dennis Peck: You know what they say about Latin fighters, Raymond? You know what they say? Too fucking MACHO! That's right. *Too fucking macho!* They don't backpedal when they have to. So they're used up. Young.
[dangles a pair of panties in front of Raymond, then gives them to him]
Dennis Peck: Yeah, why don't you clean yourself up with that. That's right. Clean yourself up.
Raymond Avila: [Raymond has caught Dennis in his home] Get off my bed!
Dennis Peck: [about shooting Amy Wallace] Sorry about the dyke, Raymond. Cute little ass.
[Raymond decks him]
Dennis Peck: [spitting blood] You're so fucking easy, Raymond. Like a big baby with buttons all over. I push the buttons.
Dennis Peck: [draws a knife] I'm going to miss my children. Gonna miss them.
Raymond Avila: Put the knife down!
[Dennis doesn't, so Raymond shoots him]
Dennis Peck: [to Kathleen] You think he was aiming for my leg?
Dennis Peck: That's pretty good. You're pretty good there, Raymond.
Raymond Avila: I'm taking you in.
Dennis Peck: Fuck you! You're so correct. You don't feel
[attempts to get up]
Dennis Peck: because *you* do not have *children!*
Dennis Peck: You don't know what it's like. Everything changes when you have children. You don't think about yourself anymore. You think about nothing but them. You'd go around the world for them, you *selfish YUPPIE!*
[runs for Raymond with the knife, Raymond shoots Dennis twice, killing him]
Amy Wallace: What Oakes said about your fellow officers respecting and honoring you is, as you probably know, complete crap. Most of the cops hate our guts. To the extent that they credit us with having any. They think we're climbers who went into I.A.D. for the promotions, which is true, not that we necessarily get them. So, they're polite because they're afraid of us. That's all.
Amy Wallace: [talking about Dennis Peck] You're fucking him, aren't you?
Penny Stretch: Get out of my house.
Raymond Avila: I hope you got off, Pen.
Penny Stretch: *Get out of my house!*
Amy Wallace: You know all your friends from the force? You don't have them anymore.
Steven Arrocas: [Steven has just walked in on Peck having sex with his wife, Tovah]
Steven Arrocas: I could kill you.
Dennis Peck: Go ahead.
[throws him a gun]
Dennis Peck: Kill her. Come on, Steven. Be a man! Kill her. She paid me to kill you. She did.
[whispers in his ear]
Dennis Peck: Go on, shoot her. She's a tramp. She's a *big* tramp. Your parents are dead, and you've got a tramp for a wife. She fucks everybody.
Dennis Peck: Steven, that was my foot.
Amy Wallace: [conferring in private after Raymond offered immunity to Van Stretch] You are not authorized to make this deal. It's a violation even to *offer* it!
Raymond Avila: Look at him. He wants to talk. If Peck were clean, there'd be nothing to talk about.
Amy Wallace: I am the senior partner. *Your* mistakes go on *my* file! Either you retract the offer to Van or *I will*!
[Raymond shakes his head]
Amy Wallace: All right. How about this then? Why don't you and Dennis Peck both *pull them out* and I'll decide which one's bigger!
Dennis Peck: How many cops you know, huh? Got nothing. Divorced, alcoholic, kids won't talk to them anymore, can't get it up. Sitting there in their little apartments, alone in the dark, playing lollipop with a service revolver?
Penny Stretch: Don't hit me, Van.
Van Stretch: What. Did you call your boyfriend to come protect you?
Penny Stretch: I don't have a boyfriend.
Van Stretch: Don't have a boyfriend, huh? Then who the fuck are you out
[smacks her to the ground]
Van Stretch: DICKING EVERY TIME I TURN MY BACK? HUH!
Sean Stretch: Leave her alone!
Van Stretch: Get OUT of this room, Sean! NOW!