Street Kings Quotes

Thug Kim: Konnichiwa is Japanese. It's insultin' to Koreans.
Tom Ludlow: How am I supposed to tell if you can't?
Thug Kim: Fuck's that supposed to mean, white boy?
Tom Ludlow: It means you got eyes like apostrophes, you dress white, talk black, and drive Jew. So how am I supposed to know what kind of

zipperhead dog-munching dink you are if you don't?
Boss Kim: Yo. D'you know who the fuck we are?
Tom Ludlow: Yeah. You're a couple panheads buyin' a machine gun out of a trunk.

[last lines]
Captain James Biggs: I came as soon as you called.
Tom Ludlow: I guess you were first on scene.
Captain James Biggs: No, you were. Looks like Jack's friends got greedy, came after the money.
Tom Ludlow: Is that what it looks like?
Captain James Biggs: Mmhmmm.

Tom Ludlow: This your plan, captain? Just sit back and let us all kill each other?
Captain James Biggs: You were the plan. No one else could touch him. Once your eyes were opened, there was no other outcome. Decisions were made, Tom, by powerful men with powerful secrets. They were afraid of Jack. They asked me to help. One day, you will pass the chief in

the hall and he will give you a nod. And you will know why. Because you were right, Tom. We do need you.

Detective Terrence Washington: If it ain't L.A.'s deadliest white boy.
Tom Ludlow: Aren't you on the wrong side of the yellow tape?
Detective Terrence Washington: Congrats on four more notches for your gun belt. I'll be praying for the families of your victims.
Tom Ludlow: They're called suspects. The victims

are the fourteen-year-old schoolgirls the suspects kept in a cage and sold to chickenhawks to poke, prod, and put on the Internet. Suspects, Washington. Suspects.
Detective Terrence Washington: As evil as those men were, they had a right to trial. There's gonna be some blowback from the Korean community on this one.
Tom Ludlow: Now that you're all

militant, why don't you just say it? You think I'm a racist.
Detective Terrence Washington: You have another explanation?
Tom Ludlow: No I don't. Because if I roll and determine the suspects are black, yellow or brown, I'll blow 'em out of their socks. But if they're white, I'll give 'em a ride home. You know why? 'Cause I'm a racist. Fuck you.

Detective Terrence Washington: Man, I would give my right arm to have that shit on tape.
Tom Ludlow: What happened to you, Terrence? We used to be brothers.

Captain Jack Wander: [after Ludlow tears down his wall] This is my power. This is my crown. I'm the king of secrets, Tom. I know which city councilmen is doing lines. I know who likes boys, I know who's selling contracts, I know who beat his wife. I own them, even the chief. He's in my pocket, Tom. How do you think I've been able to protect you all these years? What do you think

is it you're doing? All these missions. How do you think you're able to touch the untouchables? I'm going to be chief. I will be chief! I will be mayor! This is our world, Tom! So let's take it!
Tom Ludlow: Is that why you put a hit on Washington? Why you tried to kill me? So you can keep stuffing money in your wall?
Captain Jack Wander: But this is

our money. The unit's. Who do you think paid for Silky's defense, through all those law suits? Who's going to pay for your retirement? I'm just correcting a flaw in the system, Tom. This is about cops helping cops. And if a teacher, or a fireman, could do it, they would do it too.
Tom Ludlow: What happened to just locking up bad people?
Captain Jack

Wander: We're all bad, Tom.
Tom Ludlow: You were my best friend.
Captain Jack Wander: You were family.

Grace Garcia: I'm sorry. You tried to save him. You did your best.
Tom Ludlow: My best? I was curled up in a ball while the guy's shot. We should've dumped those guys.
Grace Garcia: How can they just wave a pen and change what happens? Just like that?
Tom Ludlow: We're the police. We can do whatever the hell

we want. It doesn't matter what happens; it's how we write it up.
Grace Garcia: What about the truth?
Tom Ludlow: What about it?
Grace Garcia: You have to honor him, your friend.
Tom Ludlow: Honor him. I was gonna knock him out and he thought I was gonna kill him. Prick.
Grace

Garcia: Don't turn your back on him. Good can come from bad.
Tom Ludlow: My world... the real world... bad breeds more bad, Grace.

Captain Jack Wander: You like Tom, don't you? I saw the way you watched him when he came in. That's why you follow him around. You want him to give you a blowjob, like that hooker that I caught you with when we were sergeants, remember?
Captain James Biggs: Shut up, Jack!
Captain Jack Wander: Does your wife know that you use

prostitutes, Jimmy?
Captain James Biggs: It was the best head I ever had. And what about you, Jack? You always found it hard to keep your prick out of the ghetto. It's a two-way street, buddy. You can't ride the tiger forever. You get the hell out of my office.
Captain Jack Wander: Do the department a favor and wash your mouth out with buckshot.

Tom Ludlow: I'm from Vice Special.
Pathologist: Tom Ludlow. I know who you are. I handled your wife's autopsy.
Tom Ludlow: That was you?
Pathologist: Mmhmm. The asshole, remember?
Tom Ludlow: Right. The guy who washed away all the hair and fiber evidence. The guy who wouldn't do a

vaginal swab. The guy who left me with nothing to go on.
Pathologist: It's not my job to investigate adultery.

Tom Ludlow: [holding disc] I wanted you to have this.
Linda Washington: And that is?
Tom Ludlow: It's the video of your husband's murder. It shows everything.
Linda Washington: Why are you doing this?
Tom Ludlow: Because I know how not knowing hurts. When I lost my wife, she was with

another man. She had a blood clot in her brain and it burst. The bastard dumped her outside the hospital, and she died alone on the sidewalk. Linda, I'm sorry for wanting to hurt Terrance, and I'm sorry for your loss. I want you to know he didn't die alone. And that the men who killed him are going to pay.
Linda Washington: That won't bring him back. And that won't bring

your wife back.
Tom Ludlow: I don't care.
Linda Washington: Not in my name. Please, not in my name. That doesn't wash away blood.