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Captain James Biggs: Back on the night watch, Tom? You two can be seen all over town. Tom, you really think I was going to nothing about you?
Tom Ludlow: If you're going to do something, do it now. I know you want my scalp nailed to your wall, but then who's going to go in where the law won't? You Captain? You? You gonna clean up the needles and baby parts?

No. You need me, and my company of men. You hate me, but you need me.
Captain James Biggs: Ludlow, maybe you're right. Maybe we do need you. But goddamn if you don't need me, son.
[Ludlow starts to walk away]
Captain James Biggs: Hey, Detective. Did you ever ask yourself if Washington's dead because he was dirty, or because he came clean?

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Coates: Man, we got the one-time up in here. Motherfucking po-po. Is there any square cops out there? Or is everybody out for theirs?
Tom Ludlow: Everyone's out for theirs. The way of the world.
Fremont: Dude, cops are like weeds. You pull one out, and two more fucking grow back.

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Tom Ludlow: You killed Washington!
Captain Jack Wander: Fuck him! Fuck Santos! Fuck Demille! Fuck Clady! Fuck them all! Fuck them all! They're a dime a dozen. You... you, man. You're special. You're special to me.

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Coates: That's what you're here for, dawg? You here to get some get-back for that sorry ass nigger, Detective Ludlow?
Tom Ludlow: No, you guys did me a favor. So you know who I am, and I know who you're not. If you're not Fremont and Coates, then who the hell are you?
Coates: Who are we, detective? We straight nightmares. We the

walking, talking exigent circumstances.
Detective Paul Diskant: Ludlow, wait! I know these guys!

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Captain Jack Wander: This shit's crazy! You fucked them up! This is beautiful. And that machine gun shit - that was perfect. I know you hated waiting, but it's better this way. You alright?
Tom Ludlow: Yeah I uh... I got shot.
Captain Jack Wander: Yeah, but you're okay?
Tom Ludlow: Yeah, I'm okay Jack.

Captain Jack Wander: Because I know you're not tripping over these assholes right here. Fuck 'em. Screw 'em. You went toe-to-toe with evil, and you won.

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Tom Ludlow: [to approaching nurse] I'm waiting for nurse Garcia.
Captain James Biggs: I did the same thing with this girl once. She was a waitress at a jazz bar. I'd sit in her section, wouldn't let anybody else serve me. She's change sections, I'd change tables. Persistance...
[holds up wedding ring]
Captain James Biggs:

...that's the key.

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Captain James Biggs: Insurance, Tom. I sell insurance. If you ever need any, and you will, why don't you give me a call. No one has to know but us. Not Clady, not Wander, no one.
[hands Ludlow his business card]
Captain James Biggs: Listen, for your own good, don't get yourself so far out there that I can't reel you back. See you sometime.

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Grace Garcia: [referring to Biggs] Who was that?
Tom Ludlow: A cop who burns cops.

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Grace Garcia: You know, you can just stop by sometime. You don't have to get shot when you want to see me.
Tom Ludlow: [groaning] Why? I like it like this.

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Tom Ludlow: I was just going to break his jaw.
Sgt. Mike Clady: [sarcastically] That's a good answer.

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Tom Ludlow: You have a complaint?
Beating Victim: Motherfucker beat my ass like I was Rodney King, man. Except there was no video. Dude looked just like you, but black.

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Tom Ludlow: [while working complaints] You get his badge number? You see his name tag?
Older Black Man: Not with his boot on my throat, his partner kicking me. No, it was a little bit difficult.

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Black Woman: Everyone comes here, they have a complaint. They sit down, I do waiting for motherfucking five hours and you're gonna ask me do I have a complaint? Obviously I have a complaint. You know what, this is some bullshit. That's why I hate all these motherfucking cops. Fuck all y'all!

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Tom Ludlow: What's with you? Clady give you a happy ending?
Captain Jack Wander: Is that anyway to address a commander? Got the call from the chief this morning. Badge ceremony's next week.
Tom Ludlow: Congratulations, boss.
Sgt. Mike Clady: Hey, we're gonna have the keys to the city.
Detective

Cosmo Santos: Believe that shit? They're crowning him king.
Captain Jack Wander: [raising glass] Let's give a toast to that. Toast to the king!

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Tom Ludlow: [getting up to confront Washington] I'm just going to talk to him.
Sgt. Mike Clady: [holding Ludlow back] No, you're not. You're not.
Captain Jack Wander: You wanna talk? Let's talk about my foot up your ass if you don't sit the fuck down in your goddamn chair right now!

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Captain James Biggs: [to Ludlow] Phone Book Tom, the last of the ghetto gunfighters. Heard you got your best confession from a '91 directory.

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Captain James Biggs: It doesn't bother you that there are two cop killers out there, living, laughing, fucking? It doesn't bother you, Tom?
Tom Ludlow: Yes, it bothers me!
Captain James Biggs: So why'd you let them get away, gunfighter?
Tom Ludlow: Hey, let's get something straight Captain, nobody's getting

away.
Captain James Biggs: What happened to the video from the store?
Tom Ludlow: What video?
Captain James Biggs: Listen to me, every time you shit the bed, Wander's there to change the sheets. Well not anymore, son. I'll be pouring gas on you, be pouring gas on Wander, everyone in Vice Special. Then I'm lighting the match

and I'm gonna burn all of you. I tried to save you, Detective Ludlow. Your window's closed. And that third shooter? He's mine, so help me god.

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Tom Ludlow: Mrs. Washington, I was first on scene.
Linda Washington: Yeah, of course you were.

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Captain Jack Wander: I'm sick of this shit, man. It's the same damn song for three years. Crying about your wife. She's gone, Tom. What's it going to take to bring you back from Mars?
Tom Ludlow: Have I ever asked you for anything?
Captain Jack Wander: You know what, you ask me for shit all the time.
Tom

Ludlow: Big things, Jack. Important things.
Captain Jack Wander: What's up, Tom?
Tom Ludlow: Give me a green light to take out the assholes who did Washington. Come on, Jack. King's X.
Captain Jack Wander: What the hell is this?
Tom Ludlow: I can lay them out like I did those Koreans, but off

the books. I'm talking shovels and trash bags. Who's going to know? Who's going to care?
Captain Jack Wander: The Koreans? That was business. This is some crazy bullshit wrapped around in that drunk ass mind of yours. Look at yourself. Look at yourself Tom, you're a mess! When did you start drinking today? You're little airplane bottles of vodka. And you drove over here

intoxicated. You want a second DIU?
Tom Ludlow: [yelling] No one's going to fuck with me Jack! You're not listening to me! You're not listening to me!

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Tom Ludlow: [to Diskant] Hit me princess.