- Charlie Logan: [taking off his belt] You're gonna get it.
- Harriett: Oh yeah? Who's gonna give it to me?
- Charlie Logan: I am.
- [whips her backside with his belt]
- Charlie Logan: And DON'T CALL ME CHARLES NO MORE!
- Harbor Guard: [over a dead cop's body] Just what the hell were your guys doing?
- Dunne: Son of a bitch, I don't know. You tell me. I sure as hell don't know.
- Dunne: Oh, shit. Shit, shit!
- [sigh]
- Dunne: Okay, Harry, what'd ya got?
- Dr. Eppis: Well, the bruises were so deep that there was internal hemorrage. And, uh, major tracheal injuries. Obliterating the air passage. In other words, uh... something smashed their windpipes, and they strangled in their own blood.
- Matt Logan, Sparks: [after tackling Sparks, who tries to get away with the box of drugs] Is that the reason, Sparks? The box?
- Sparks: Not the box. Just the million in it and I'm taking it out of here.
- Matt Logan: You're a dead man, Sparks.
- [they start fighting]
- [first lines]
- Murphy: Hey, hey, I know that kid.
- Johnson: Yeah, well, so do I. I went to school with his brother.
- Murphy: Did you know he was busted for pushing angel dust?
- Johnson: What are we following him for?
- Murphy: Just keep your eyes on him and don't lose him.
- [they follow a skateboard kid down the street]
- Murphy: If our man rolls into Melrose's Sporting Goods, with that envelope in his back pocket, and then rolls out with a package of Christmas goodies, then you're on to your first major bust, rookie.
- Johnson: Why don't we just pick him up and take him to juvenile?
- Murphy: Because we got bigger fish to fry right under our own noses.
- [they continue to follow the kid who whizzes past a shopping crowd and a Salvation Army music band]
- Murphy: Don't lose him!
- Johnson: Hey, just watch the road, Murph! He's not gonna disappear.
- Murphy: Yeah?
- [the kid rolls into the sporting goods store]
- Murphy: I knew it, I knew it! They ARE using that joint as a depot and that little punk is a moon rock. I can smell it. I can always smell it.
- Johnson: You really got something, Murph. Let's get a warrant.
- Murphy: [sarcastically] Oh, that's very good. Very good. Three weeks out of the academy and you know all about warrants. Look, I don't want to give any advanced notice.
- Johnson: It's all right with me, Murph, but, you know, the lieutenant's gonna have your ass, if we go in there without backup.
- Murphy: Well, then my ass is all his, Mr. Johnson, because when we find what I know we'll find, he'll have to kiss it first.