BAD BOYS II [2003]

Now 'that's' how you supposed to shoot! 

From now on, that's how you shoot! 

Oh man, I want my next partner to shoot like that. 

WOOOOO... it takes a dysfunctional motherfucker to bust somebody in the head like that. 

That's some dysfunctional shit! 

My next partner's gonna invite me to his barbeques and shit, though.

[Mike Lowery]

Hey, you'd know what would be fuckin' helpful, Marcus? 

Just shut the fuck up and let me drive, let's try that!

[Mike Lowery]

[Marcus Burnett]: Who the FUCK are you?

[Reggie]: I'm Reggie, Mr. Burnett.

[Marcus Burnett]: How old are you?

[Reggie]: I'm fifteen, Mr. Burnett.

[Marcus Burnett]: Motherfucker, you look thirty.

[Marcus Burnett]: To the DEA you're nothing but a honeypot.

[Syd]: What did you say?

[Marcus Burnett]: It's no wonder you got the job because you look good in a bathing suit.

[Marcus Burnett]: Is this still plan B?

[Mike Lowery]: Naw, this is definitely plan C!

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BAD BOYS [1995]

Whatcha Gonna Do?

[Julie Mott]: I don't eat flesh.

[Marcus Burnett]: Say what?

[Julie Mott]: That's flesh that you're shoveling into your mouth. 

You know, that was, like, a living, breathing creature. You know, it probably had a name. 

[Marcus Burnett]: It's just bologna. My bologna has a first name. 

[Mike Lowrey]: Please, man. Married life is easy. You only got one woman to satisfy. 

[Marcus Burnett]: Yo, man, we ain't the Cosbys.

[Mike Lowrey]: Hey, hey, what's this having-a-picnic shit in my car? 

[Marcus Burnett]: Look man, I ain't getting my sex at home, OK? Don't deny me this. 

[Mike Lowrey]: What are you talking about, man? 

You sleep with a beautiful woman everyday. 

[Marcus Burnett]: I'm married. That's what married means. 

It means you sleep together, but you can't get none.

[Marcus Burnett]: You better do something quick, 'cause we're running out of road. 

[Mike Lowrey]: Who picked this dumb-ass road? 

On the goddamn road in Miami, *you* run out of it! 

[Marcus Burnett]: You better come up with an idea fast! 

[Mike Lowrey]: Why I gotta come up with all the ideas? 

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