Third Watch Season 5 Episode 9

Monroe: Tickets for bird feeding? Now that's real police work.
Bosco: It's a quality of life summons.
Monroe: All that's gonna do is leave a bunch of hungry pigeons.

Monroe: While your increasing the city's revenue Officer Bloomberg, I'll be taking a stroll.
Bosco: A little advice, from someone who's been a cop longer...
Monroe: Oh, I can't wait.
Bosco: Nothing good comes from walking around out there.

Guy: Oh, come on Officer, that's pretty close. Cut me a break, man. That's close.
Bosco: Look, the law does not say "pretty close." It doesn't say "somewhere in the neighborhood of 15 feet from a hydrant."

Monroe: Back in business, huh Zeke?
Zeke: Yo, Sasha. No, no. That's my Grandmama.
Monroe: {takes the phone from Zeke} Hey, how you doin' Grandmama-dawg? You still working them two jobs with that bad hip 'cause your good-for-nothing grandson can't get an honest job instead of stuffing phones so people can't get their change? Hello? Hello? Oh, man, we mighta killed Grandmama-dawg.

Bosco: We're gonna volunteer for jobs now?

{to Monroe after they watch the truck go through the building}
Bosco: That's what you get for getting out and walking.

{to Monroe who is patting down Tanzi}
Bosco: When you're done fondling the raging bull, your transport is here.

{seeing the truck lodged in the building}
Davis: Oh, my goodness. What'd you do this time Bosco?

Bosco: You're ignoring me now?
Monroe: Would that I could.
Bosco: What the hell does that mean?

Davis: Hey, good luck.
Bosco: I'm gonna need it.
Davis: I was talking to Sasha.

Tanzi: I'm sorry. I screwed up, Ma. It's all my fault.
Monroe: Don't hear that much.
Bosco: Let me get you a tissue.

{about Bosco}
Tanzi: Why's he gotta be such a hard-ass?
Monroe: 'Cause his mother dropped him. On purpose.

Monroe: Don't you have any obligation to your own?
Bosco: "My own"?
Monroe: Tanzi? He's Italian.
Bosco: Our names end in a vowel and you expect me to give them special attention?

Swersky: Cut the kid loose.
Bosco: Are you serious?
Swersky: When am I not?

Bosco: You know the difference between you and me?
Monroe: You think there's only one?
Bosco: I treat everyone the same. It don't matter where they're from or what color they are.
Monroe: You really believe that?
Bosco: Yeah, I do. It's true.
Monroe: You wish you knew yourself that well Bosco.
Bosco: Just because my family left the boot doesn't mean I got olive oil in my veins.

Monroe: You really don't have any connection to your heritage?
Bosco: Sure I do. I love pizza. I like spaghetti. I like "Goodfellas" and two out of the three "Godfathers." Past that, I'm about as as Italian as you are.

{about Kylie}
Carlos: How could one kid be so unlucky? To be born to a one sibling psycho and a foster care reject who has no family?

Carlos: These people didn't see me into a good home and send me birthday presents every year, Doc. They dumped me on the Red Cross' doorstep. The Red Cross, you know, it may be good for a lot of things, but I'm pretty sure that they're not gonna be a blood match for Kylie.
Doc: So you've never checked the records to see if there was anything there?
Carlos: Never cared enough.
Doc: Well, do you care enough now?

{about Bosco}
Monroe: He's on some sort of summons mission.
Swersky: Just when I think I'm too old to be surprised.

Bosco: You're gonna start with wiseguys now?
Monroe: I'm just going to talk.
Bosco: They're not gonna talk to you.
Monroe: Well then they're gonna listen.

Bosco: I only speak-a English.

Bosco: If you're referring to that New York City police officer over there, we got problems, all right?
Nardo: We all get the urge for a little chocolate cannoli now and then, but a steady diet of that my friend, could kill you.
Bosco: So could insulting her again.
Nardo: Come on, relax Paisan.
Bosco: I'm not your Paisan, jagoff.

{about Mrs. Harding's house}
Doc: This doesn't look familiar?
Carlos: I was four. This old lady could have lived in a giant shoe and it wouldn't look familiar.

{to Bosco after seeing Tanzi's burned body}
Monroe: Important enough to you yet?

{looking at Carlos' baby picture}
Doc: Oh, those ears.
Mrs. Harding: The boys teased him something terrible. They called him "Cups" because they stuck out like that.
Carlos: "Cups".
Mrs. Harding: Now that was a brooding child if I ever saw one. Sweet enough, but not so affectionate. Always off on his own. Sort of self-involved.
Doc: You've come a long way, Cups.

Monroe: They asked that we stay away.
Bosco: And you think we're gonna do that?
Monroe: I hope not.

Bosco: Are you gonna let this couple get you all worked up, Aloysius? Huh?
Nardo: My name is Alie.
Bosco: Not according to your sheet, Aloysius.

Monroe: Don't let them get away with this.
Tanzi Sr.: They already have. My son's dead.

Bosco: I had an idea last night.
Monroe: Really?

{they get a call}
Doc: Time to save a life.

Levine: Go meet your mom.
Carlos: My mom.

Nardo: You got time for this?
Jimmy: Slow night.
Bosco: Just not for you, Alie.

Nardo: You think you're cute, Boscorelli? Coming in here and embarrassing me in front of our people here?
Bosco: "Our people"? These mutts are your people, Alie. My people are the kind you've been trying to squeeze out of business.

Nardo: This ain't over yet.
Bosco: Yeah? If not I'm gonna be in your life a lot, paisan. A lot. We're gonna be like, you know, goomba buddies.