The Rookie (1990)
Nick Pulovski: [to Strom] There's gotta be a hundred reasons why I don't blow you away. Right now I can't think of one.
[Attempting to bribe Nick]
Eugene Ackerman: I want to guarantee David's safety.
Nick Pulovski: Mr. Ackerman, if you want a guarantee, buy a toaster.
David Ackerman: You fucking lied to Garcia.
Nick Pulovski: I didn't lie to him. I just didn't tell him the truth.
Connie Ling: [On the morning news, on TV] I'm standing in front of an East L.A. garage which is the latest link in a chain of six chop shops busted by the L.A.P.D. in the last three days. This is Auto Theft Detective Nick Pulovski. You seem to have gone out of your way to ensure we were here for these raids.
Nick Pulovski: Well, that's right, ma'am. I realize that homicides and splashy robberies get most of the headlines, but it's about time this crime gets the attention it deserves. It's impossible to make a real dent. But it is possible to hurt individual assholes who fuck it up for everyone. Now, I happen to know of a prick that's responsible for the whole fucking operation, and that son of bitch is hurting out there, and I'm fucking liking it.
Strom: What made you think that a dumb Polack like you could outsmart someone like me?
Nick Pulovski: Well, it's just that the arrogant fuckin' Kraut like you was in the firing line.
Nick Pulovski: [looking at a Lotus painted a garish neon green] Wanna know what's a crime? Whoever defaced that work of art by painting it that color... ought to have his ass removed.
Lt. Ray Garcia: It's not just a job! It's a fucking adventure!
Loco: Just for that, I'm gonna make it hurt, puta!
[while attacking Sarah, who scratched him in the face]
Freeway Motorist: You need any help?
Nick Pulovski: [Nick sticks a cigar in his mouth] Got a light?
[Nick keels over]
David Ackerman: I'm going to blow that shit you call brains all over my partner here.
[Ackerman is about to drop a burning lighter on alcohol-soaked counter]
David Ackerman: Let's get hot.
David Ackerman: [after asking his father for 2 million dollars to save Nick] Look! I didn't come here because you're my father... I came her because you're the richest person I know!
Lt. Ray Garcia: [Strom has demanded 2 million dollars' ransom for Pulovski] 2 million dollars? Are you out of your fuckin' mind?
Strom: That's not pertinent, *is* it?
Liesl: [said to Nick, who is in handcuffs and sitting in an office chair while Liesl straddles him] I said, 'Are you any different?' You better be. Because I hate anything useless. When something is no good to me I just cut it off and throw it away.
David Ackerman: Do you think I like dragging around after you all day? I *fucking* hate it! And I hate the way you drive. And I hate your stinkin' whiskey breath.
Nick Pulovski: And I hate your uptight regulation-spouting boy scout horseshit. And I hate the little fucking creases in your pants. And I hate these fucking donuts. These fruitcake little ones, with the goddamn pinky shit! Nobody eats that shit!