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Homicide (1991) More at IMDbPro »

Tim Sullivan: Hey, you got some... you got some heavy troubles on your mind? Huh, babe? We'll work it out. We'll play some cops and robbers. We'll bust this big criminal. We'll swagger around.

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Tim Sullivan: The FBI couldn't find Joe Frazier in a bowl of rice.

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Bobby Gold: Man's got no call to question my loyalty.
Tim Sullivan: How's your head?
Bobby Gold: He had no fuckin' call to get racial on me.
Tim Sullivan: So he called you one, you called him one. We get to the gym...
Bobby Gold: Sonofabitch is gonna go.
Tim Sullivan: Yeah, I feel it too.
Bobby Gold: Piece'a cake.
Tim Sullivan: Either piece'a cake or a slice'a life, you notice that?
Bobby Gold: Yeah, I've remarked that, ain't that the truth?
Tim Sullivan: That is the truth.
Bobby Gold: We could've brought the sonofabitch with a knock onna door.
Tim Sullivan: Well let's go bring him in then.
Bobby Gold: That's right.
Tim Sullivan: Garner summa them kudos n' all that they got.
Bobby Gold: That's right. FBI, man...
Tim Sullivan: That's right.
Bobby Gold: FBI could fuck up a baked potato.
Tim Sullivan: F-B-I, couldn't find Joe Louis inna bowl of rice. Know what's needed here?
Bobby Gold: What, Sully?
Tim Sullivan: Police work.
Bobby Gold: Yeah. Summa that police work that people talk about.

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Frank: Hey, gimme a coupla' serious Irish cops, cigars in their mouth, go out there...
Bobby Gold: That's right...
Frank: - go bring their man in...
Bobby Gold: ...s'right.
Frank: - n' spare me the fuckin' FBI.

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Bobby Gold: What happened to the job?
Tim Sullivan: Mm.
Bobby Gold: Fuckin' politics, man, nuthin' but politics. Motherfucker called me a kike...
Tim Sullivan: I heard 'im.
Bobby Gold: Job's changed. It ain't the same job.
Tim Sullivan: Job's the same...
Bobby Gold: Yeah?
Tim Sullivan: People dyin', people killin' 'em. How's your head? Sonofabitch whopped you a good one.
Bobby Gold: Yeah.
Tim Sullivan: We get to the gym... that sonofabitch whopped you mean, you're gi'in a, bump on there. Here, uh... put the, put the meat on it, from my lunch. Put the meat on it.
Bobby Gold: You're kiddin'...
Tim Sullivan: Nah, it's... draw it. Really.
Bobby Gold: Hey what dont'chu know?
Tim Sullivan: Innit?
Bobby Gold: You are one smart Indian.

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Tim Sullivan: If he had any self respect, he'd work for a living.

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Tim Sullivan: Bob, I'm gonna tell you what the old whore said, and this is the truest thing I know: "When you start cumming with the customers, it's time to quit."

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Bobby Gold: You sorry fucking sack of shit. You shot my partner.
Randolph: Yeah, man, and you could have paid me back if you would have brought your gun. That was your mistake, man.

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Tim Sullivan: [dying] Hey Bobby? Remember that girl?

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[last lines]
Randolph: Oh God help me, help me... what did you do to me?

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Randolph: Don't die with a lie on your lips, homie.

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