Burt Reynolds: Nick McKenna

Cop & ½

Nick McKenna

Nick: [Devon tried to surprise Nick with a box of donuts while being aware that Vinnie's men were determined to kill him] People are trying to kill you. Are you some kind of bonehead or what?
Devon: I'm not, and you don't have to yell!
Nick: I can't handle this anymore. I can't handle it. Look, pick a city, Cincinatti, Cleveland. You take you and your grandmother. You go there, I'll pay for it!
Devon: You call this being a father?
Nick: [softly] I'm not your father
[loudly]
Nick: and I ain't your partner, either!
Devon: Fine! I don't want you to be my father. I don't want you to be my partner. I don't want you to be anything!
[slams the box of donuts on the sidewalk, walks across the corner to catch a bus at the bus stop]
Devon: I'll just handle things myself!

Nick: [chasing some bad guys with his car] I told you, I'm not getting out of this car. I hate to run!
Chu: Whoa!
[slips and falls down; McKenna comes right after him with his car]
Chu: What are you, a nut? Oh! Oh!
Chu: I warned you!
[smacks him with car door]
Raymond Sanchez: [seeing this] Do all cops do that?
Devon: [grinning] Only the best.
Nick: [as he goes after Quintero] Quintero! Who do you think is going to run out of gas first?
Chu: Ooh.
[a black car arrives to him]
Rudy: Chu, get in!
[He gets in the car]

Devon: Haven't you ever heard about secondary smoke?
Nick: Haven't you ever heard about minding your own business?
Devon: At this very moment, the pink delicate tissues of my still-forming lungs may be shriveling into green chunks of mucus struggling for their last gasp of poison brown air.
Nick: [throws his cigar out the window] Happy?
Devon: Now you're littering.

Devon: [about the biker bar] Don't you need a tattoo to get into this place?
Nick: All right, now, I want you to stay in the car. You go inside that bar and you get hurt...
[sees a couple of bikers harassing another bike and picking up his motorcycle like they're going to trash it]
Nick: Um, better come inside. You stay out of the parking lot and you'll get hurt!

Nick: Kids aren't any fun! You can't take a kid to a bar. He has one drink, he falls off the stool, and the trip is screwed!

Devon: [bored just sitting in the car] What are we here for?
Nick: Stakeout. It's your shift.
Devon: Do I look like a five-year-old to you?
Nick: I can't tell. The light's not too good in here.
Devon: Deal's off. This is dullsville.
Nick: Well, lesson number one: Police work is dullsville. What'd you have in mind?
Devon: Cop stuff. Shakedowns, shootouts, busting scumbags.

Devon: [to Nick] I nabbed the purse snatcher.
[Devon is holding onto a man's leg]
Purse Thief: My wife forgot her purse. I was trying to catch her before she got on the bus!
Devon: You're not a purse snatcher?
Purse Thief: No. I'm calling the cops.
Nick: I am a police officer.
Purse Thief: Great. What are you gonna do about this?
Nick: [looking at Devon] This? I'm gonna kill this.

Nick: [to Devon] Why do you think I spend hours and hours at the range, shooting at silhouettes, shooting the hearts right out of 'em? Every single day. I've been doin' that for years. Why do you think I do that? I do that because I don't wanna chase anybody. I don't like to run, so I want you to give me the plate number.
Devon: Hey, this is more like it. Partners are supposed to fight. Partner love/hate relationship.
Nick: We don't have a love/hate relationship! We have a hate/hate relationship.