87th Precinct

Carella (to Kling): If we can get these punks to lay off maybe we can find something relaxing like a nice, clean axe murder.

Joe: You don't know what it's like to be on parole. Larry: All I know is that if you're clean you got nothing to worry about.

Meyer (to suspect): If I had your luck I'd move to Las Vegas.

Larry: I'm gonna play baseball this winter. I signed with a Mexican League. Carella: Well, good luck with the senoritas. Havilland: It sure beats shoveling snow.

Mrs. Brooks (to Kling): Larry'd never let me hear the end of it if I turned away an old friend he used to throw rocks at.

Larry (to Kling): In my racket you gotta make the loot while you can.

Mrs. Brooks (to Larry): Why should I settle for one son when I have two?

Carella: What happened to your Mexican deal, Larry? Larry: I read the fine print. They pay me off in tortillas.

Larry: I thought you came here for a fight. Kling: I could take you the best day you ever had.

Larry: You play dirty pool, don't you? Kling: No, I just know when I'm beat, Larry.