Gangster Squad (2013)
Sgt. Jerry Wooters: The whole town's underwater. You're grabbing a bucket when you should be grabbing a bathing suit.
Lt. Quincannon: Two things you can't take back on this job, kid. Bullets out of your gun, and words out of your mouth.
Mitch Racine: Mr. Cohen, I swear to God...
Mickey Cohen: You're talkin' to God, Mitch, so you might as well swear to me.
Officer Conway Keeler: Son, your dad's a genius.
Keeler's Son: [nods yes]
Officer Conway Keeler: Go tell your mom that.
Grace Faraday: Where have you been all my miserable life ?
Sgt. Jerry Wooters: Drinking.
Grace Faraday: That's no profession.
Grace Faraday: He'll kill you if he finds out!
Sgt. Jerry Wooters: Who?
Grace Faraday: Mickey!
Sgt. Jerry Wooters: Mickey Mouse?
Sgt. Jerry Wooters: Do you have to that in front of me? You have to make yourself pretty for him in front of me?
Grace Faraday: Yes, ma'am.
Sgt. Jerry Wooters: You got a lot of nerve.
Mickey Cohen: Is that you, old man?
Sgt. John O'Mara: That's right Cohen!
Sgt. John O'Mara: Come and get it, Cohen!
Mickey Cohen: Here comes Santa Clause!
Grace Faraday: What's your racket, handsome?
Sgt. Jerry Wooters: I'm a bible salesman.
Grace Faraday: Want to take me away from all this and make an honest woman out of me?
Sgt. Jerry Wooters: No ma'am, I was just hoping to take you to bed.
Mickey Cohen: It's like they say, "All good things must one day be burnt to the ground for the insurance money."
Bridge Goon: You are dead, pal. You - are - all - dea...
Sgt. John O'Mara: [swings his baton] Yeah, we get that alot.
Mickey Cohen: [eating his last meal] I like having only one fork. You never make the wrong decision.
Mickey Cohen: Los Angeles is my fucking destiny, you motherfucker!
Sgt. John O'Mara: It's not paradise but it is the city of angels.
Sgt. John O'Mara: We intercept that dope and he is dead on the water.
Mickey Cohen: Go back to Chicago and tell them what you saw tonight. You tell them that Los Angeles belongs to Mickey Cohen.
Sgt. Jerry Wooters: What are you doing here?
Grace Faraday: I saw Cohen kill him.
Sgt. Jerry Wooters: That's more reason for you to get out of here.
Grace Faraday: No, I'm a witness.
Sgt. Jerry Wooters: Grace...
Grace Faraday: I'm a witness.
Sgt. Jerry Wooters: Grace, listen to me for one...
Grace Faraday: I'm your witness, Jerry!
Sgt. Jerry Wooters: Gracie...
Grace Faraday: Let me.
Sgt. John O'Mara: We're going to war.
Officer Navidad Ramirez: [suddenly appearing] That sounds good to me.
[the group points their guns at him]
Officer Navidad Ramirez: Take it easy I'm on your side.
Officer Conway Keeler: Who the fuck is this guy?
Officer Max Kennard: He's a huge pain in my ass, is what he is.
Sgt. Jerry Wooters: You're a good man, John. You might even be a fucking angel. Either way you're a hero.
Sgt. John O'Mara: You lose everything and you win the war - you're a hero. You lose everything and you lose the war - you're just a fool.
Sgt. John O'Mara: Every man carries a badge. Some symbol of his allegiance. His were the scars of a boxer who'd used his fists to climb the social ladder of the mob. A Jew who'd gained the respect of wops through a homicidal lust. He'd sworn an oath of violence. And his master? His own insatiable will to power. He wanted to own this town. His name was Mickey Cohen.
Mickey Cohen: Whores don't grow trees. They're like mustangs. You gotta catch 'em wild and break 'em before you train them to do tricks.
Jack Whalen: [about Wooters] He's a sheep in wolf's clothing. He's got a smart mouth... but he's dumb where it counts.
Hatchetman: You can't shoot me, you're a cop.
Sgt. Jerry Wooters: Not anymore.