Marcus: I'mma penetrate this man's soul wit my heart.
Mike: What?
[the rookie cops start singing 'Bad Boys' in front of Lowrey and Burnett]
Mike: Hey, hey hey! Hey! Uh-uh! No! No! Never. Y'all will never do that again.
Marcus: Yeah, and you fucking up the lyrics, which take a long time to learn.
Marcus: We're not just black, we're cops too! We'll pull ourselves over later!
Mike: What happened to "bad boys for life"?
Marcus: It's time we be good men.
Mike: Who the fuck wants to sing that song?
Mike: I've never trusted anybody but you. I'm asking you, man. Bad Boys, one last time?
Marcus: One last time.
Marcus: Do you want your legacy to be muscle shirts and body counts?
Mike: Hey, nobody touches the shooter. He's mine!
Marcus: Uh, yes he is...
Captain Howard: The horse represents all of our fears and traumas and it's got us running around a hundred miles an hour to the point where we can't even answer a simple question: Where are you going? Where are you going Mike? Mike, you gotta take control of your life. You gotta grab the reins before your horse runs you off a cliff.
Marcus: Mike... you fucked a married witch?
Mike: All the shit I just said and that was your takeaway?
Captain Howard: Look at all this carnage!
Mike: Aw come on Cap, I didn't do all this shit. They did this to each other.
Captain Howard: Wait, wait. You didn't shoot anybody?
Mike: Well, come on Cap, you know I shot somebody.
Marcus: [during a heated argument with Mike] How DARE You... I sat by your bedside wiped the goddamn drool of your chin and Now YOU Disrespect Me like that in my own home?
Marcus: You're dying your goatee, Mike.
Mike: What?
Marcus: You're dying your goatee.
Mike: I'm not dying my goatee.
Marcus: Yeah, that's Midnight Cocoa Bean. I recognise that shit.
Marcus: [after putting on his glasses] Shit! This is like HD!
Mike: [to Manny] Did you just get pig fat on my suit?
Marcus: It's like an angry white man's basement in here!
[first lines]
Marcus: [speeding through the streets of Miami] MIKE!
Mike: Whooo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooooo!
Marcus: What the hell are you doing?
Mike: It's called driving, Marcus.
Marcus: This is some real telenovela shit.
Captain Howard: It's a war on the goddamn law!
