- [Marcus confronts an alligator]
- Marcus Burnett: Begone, gator. I rebuke you!
- [the alligator backs away]
- Marcus Burnett: See, Mike, that's how you command the universe.
- [the alligator attacks Marcus]
- Marcus Burnett: That motherfucker racist, Mike! That motherfucker racist!
- Mike Lowrey: Windshield wiper fluid is inflammable!
- Marcus Burnett: I ain't no damn scientist!
- [the car is on fire and crashes]
- [shootout in a candy store]
- Mike Lowrey: You got hit?
- Marcus Burnett: No, black jelly bean! Nobody likes that shit!
- [in a flaming van]
- Marcus Burnett: Everybody relax, the fire's on the outside... now it's on the inside!
- [last lines]
- Mike Lowrey: [approaches Marcus at the public park grill, dressed with an apron] Partner!
- Marcus Burnett: What's all this? Why you got on an apron?
- Mike Lowrey: Work on my grill skills.
- Marcus Burnett: No, Mike, you gotta earn the grill. This takes seasonings and temperatures; you can't just be cookin' on my grill!
- Mike Lowrey: Your grill? This is a public park. You don't own every grill you see.
- Marcus Burnett: You know what, Mike? Why don't you go make some potato salad and set the table?
- Mike Lowrey: Oh, you talkin' dirty. Now look, I don't know what you got goin' on with your barbecue dictatorship in your mind, but I ain't the one. I'm cookin' on this grill whether you like it or not.
- Marcus Burnett: Hey, Mike...
- Reggie: [approaching with a tray of prepped food] Excuse me, sir?
- Mike Lowrey: What'chu doin', Reggie?
- Reggie: Request permission to cook my chicken.
- Mike Lowrey: [Mike and Marcus look at each other and laugh] Permission denied, Reggie. Go 'head somewhere, man. Take your smock off, go play with the kids. Listen, this is the Man Area of the Barbecue. Look, you know what? All due respect, we appreciate that you did, saving people that we love. We appreciate it, right?
- Marcus Burnett: We appreciate that, we appreciate it right here. From here, man.
- [pats his heart]
- Marcus Burnett: Now back the fuck up.
- Mike Lowrey: Yeah.
- Mike Lowrey: [the detectives disregard Reggie, who stares stoically at them and doesn't budge] Alright look, I'm willing to compromise with you. You can work that half of the grill, it's small, and I'll work this half, but-- is he still standing there?
- Marcus Burnett: [Looks at Reggie, then look back at Mike] Yes, he is.
- Mike Lowrey: Huh, that's weird.
- Marcus Burnett: Yeah.
- Mike Lowrey: He think he hard now. You need to let that motherfucker know he ain't cookin' no chicken out here today.
- Marcus Burnett: Mike, he killed fifteen people at the house.
- Mike Lowrey: So you not gonna handle this shit?
- Marcus Burnett: Yeah, I'm gonna let that motherfucker cook the chicken!
- Mike Lowrey: [Looks at Reggie, then looks back at Marcus] Yeah, somethin' weird is in his eyes. So I'mma make the potato salad.
- Marcus Burnett: I'mma set the table.
- Mike Lowrey: [Both detectives salute Reggie, who salutes back] Yeah, permission granted, Reggie. There you go.
- [the detectives leave as Reggie approaches the grill with a smile on his face]
- [Marcus, Mike and Dorn watch live surveillance feed of Reggie killing several of McGrath's men in the Burnett house]
- Dorn: Who is this guy?
- Marcus Burnett: That's my BOY!
- Marcus Burnett: [the Mike, Marcus, Armando and the AMMO duo discover McGrath is holding Christine and Callie hostage] Mike...
- Mike Lowrey: He knew.
- Marcus Burnett: What do you mean?
- Mike Lowrey: He knew we were coming in. He knew we had Captain Howard's files. He knew we had ID'd him. How?
- Marcus Burnett: The only person you spoke to was Rita.
- Mike Lowrey: It's not Rita.
- Marcus Burnett: [Realizes who it really is] Damn, she got bad taste in men!
- [first lines]
- Marcus Burnett: [Speeding through the streets of Miami] Hey, slow down, Mike, okay? You're making me sick!
- Mike Lowrey: I would slow down if you hadn't already made us late.
- Marcus Burnett: We're not late, okay? You're just anxious!
- Mike Lowrey: No, I'm anxious because you made us late. And I'm not doing this with you for the next phase of our lives; you gon' respect my time!
- Marcus Burnett: [Mike zooms around the corner] Ah, my stomach! My stom-- Hey, Mike, pull over at that store right there. I need a ginger ale.
- Mike Lowrey: Look, we don't have no time to get no ginger ale, man!
- Marcus Burnett: Come on, Mike, I'm sick! You're freaking me out, okay? I feel like I'm gonna throw-- throw up!
- Mike Lowrey: I dare you, Marcus.
- Mike Lowrey: [Marcus gags, prompting Mike to pull over in front of a convenience store] You got ninety seconds, alright? Ginger ale, and nothing else.
- Marcus Burnett: [Queasy] I am a grown-ass man, okay? Just be nice.
- Mike Lowrey: [In a nicer tone after looking at his watch] Oh, okay. Eighty-five seconds.