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Gina: Hey, Shan.
[Mullins knocks the cup out of her hand, spilling its contents on the floor, while walking away]
Gina: Well, that was wicked rude.

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Mrs. Mullins: When did *you* become such a fuckin' princess?

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Mullins: If you're not in trouble you're not doing your job.

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Mullins: Get on the ground! You are under arrest. Put your hands up where I can see them and tell me where the fuck Larkin is!
Dealer: [Cocks gun and points it at Mullins] Hey, I think It'd be much more better if you put your hands up.
Ashburn: [Cocks gun and points it at dealer] Much more better? Drop the gun and take a grammar

course, you idiot.
Dealer: Who the fuck are you?
Ashburn: Me and her? We're the fucking heat!

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Ashburn: [after drunkenly breaking a glass and cutting her hand] Ah. Ah. I don't - I don't feel it. I don't feel it.
Mullins: [laughs hysterically while raising Ashburn's arm] Keep it up!

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Mullins: Two against two. I like those odds.
Ashburn: I'm gonna call for backup.
LeSoire: [Whispers] It's already here.
Ashburn: Hey, I was looking for you. I forgot to get your number.
LeSoire: Cool. It's 1-800-GiveMeYourFuckingGuns.
Ashburn: That's too many

numbers.

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Mullins: Who closes the door to take a shit?
Ashburn: Humans.

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Jason Mullins: Welcome home! Are you here to arrest me?
Mullins: I hope not.
Jason Mullins: [Looks at Ashburn] Are you selling bibles?
Mullins: No, she's Ashburn.

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Mullins: [At the albino agent] Oh, all due respect to you, who's your wife? A five-pound bag of flour with a hole in it?

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Mullins: Well, I am balls deep in boredom.

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Mullins: [to Ashburn] Don't make me put the cat down and punch you.

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Mullins: Tatiana, you ready to get real?
Tatiana: Let's get real.
Mullins: We both know you've been blowing shit up your nose all day. Man, there's nothing I'd love more to do than slip into my camisole, put my feet up, have a little smack, Real good time, maybe a couple of cold ones, a little chip and dip, watch some cartoons. I'd

get a big bowl of fucking coke, I'd put my face in it, cut it with a little Ritalin, heaven on fucking Earth, right? I'll camp out all week for tickets to that show.
Ashburn: What is this, Training Day?

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Mullins: I see you have a cat.
Ashburn: Yep.
Mullins: Is he around? Because I'd kinda like to, you know, pet him and stuff.
Ashburn: He ran away when I was in New York.
Mullins: [getting emotional] Oh God, that tears me up.
Ashburn: Yeah, it was a loss.

Mullins: The cat got one look at your shitty life and said "no fucking thanks, man. I am outta here."
Ashburn: I'm still kinda just grieving a little bit about it.
Mullins: That fucking tabby is an asshole. That's what he is. Fuck you. Fuck you, that's what I say to that cat. God damn it.
[gives Ashburn a hug]

Mullins: Such a shitty, shitty little life. You can't even keep a cat.

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Mullins: [to Asburn after getting bar patrons to dance] Look, it's a frenzy. We started a frenzy.

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Tatiana: [Mullins throws Tatiana's underwear at her] Don't touch underpants! Get out, bull in china shop! Out of my house! What the fuck's wrong with you?

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Mullins: [pulls an elderly man out of his chair] Get up, you fuck!

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Ashburn: [referring to Mullins] That officer right there is a better law enforcement officer than *anybody* in this room. Myself included.

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Ashburn: Wow, your windows are all boarded up.
Mullins: Yeah, I've got the glass, I just don't have the... you know, the window blankets.
Ashburn: Curtains? You mean the curtains?
Mullins: Whatever.

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Mullins: What're you looking at?
Chris Gethard: I like how your friend's shorts make me feel in my shorts. I am sorry, that was much cruder than I meant it to be.
Ashburn: Stand corrected on the shorts. Let's proceed.

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[Mullins orders a whiskey]
Club Ekko Bartender: 14 dollars.
Mullins: 14 dollars? Is it magic fucking whiskey? Do I get a motorcycle with it? Is it gonna be served in Jesus's shoe?