Hill Street Blues

Councilman Detweiler: I am going to bury you and your chief deeper than we just planted that piece of dirt back there (gesturing towards Maizel's gravesite).

Eddie: Mick, this handsome, middle-aged man asked me for a match. I said, "How about you and me?" What can I say? I'm a hopeless romantic.

Howard: Linda, may I speak freely? Linda: I wish you would. Howard: Since meeting you I've realized that there has been a part of my life that has been AWOL for longer than I care to admit. It's time I checked out of the POQ and went TDY. I long for the kitschy detail of little feet marching. Linda: Are you reenlisting? Howard: I want to make an honest woman out of you. I want you to be my wife. Linda: Oh-oh, my darling Howard! I love you so! (they begin passionately embracing and kissing) Howard: (face alight) Then it's "yes"? Linda: No.

Belker: Hey, Curry-breath, your immigration status is hanging by a thread, here. Talk American.