The Other Guys Quotes

Martin: Look at these two jamokes, would ya? One shot Jeter and the other shot an office.
[Fosse guffaws]
Fosse: Have some decorum, we're at a funeral. Shhh.
Fosse: You wanna dance Brolio? Huh? I will rock your body with big nasty hooks, you'll be pissin' blood outta your ass.
Allen Gamble: That's

horrible.
Terry Hoitz: Why don't you step back, man. You touch him, I swear to god I'm gonna beat the shit out of you with Allen's head.
Allen Gamble: He's not gonna do that, that's hyperbole, but that's a weird example.

Terry Hoitz: What the hell are you doing?
Francine: I'm dancing, Terry. What the hell are you doing here?
Terry Hoitz: I love you, Francine. If you were with me, you wouldn't be here in this strip club, shaking it for dollar bills!
Francine: This is a ballet studio, Terry, okay? These poles are horizontal.

Allen Gamble: He loves you very much, Francine.
Francine: Who is this guy?
Terry Hoitz: What are you doing here, Allen?
Allen Gamble: It's the code, I'm your partner. I'm here to support a friend and a work colleague.

Allen Gamble: This is all the evidence we have, and I, I truly hope you take this seriously.
Don Beaman: Yes! Very much so.
Allen Gamble: From everything I've heard, you guys are the best at these types of investigations... Outside of Enron... and AIG; and Bernie Madoff; WorldCom, Bear Stearns, Lehman Brothers...
Don

Beaman: O-Okay. Thank you. Thank you, Detective.

Allen Gamble: Mr Beaman? Mr Don Beaman?
Don Beaman: It's Wesley. I know Ershon and Wesley...
Allen Gamble: Look, there's a lot to live for in this life. A lot of great things, like soda pop, big fresh can of soda pop.
Don Beaman: They do not care!
Terry Hoitz: Give me this. I know how

to talk to him.
[into bullhorn]
Terry Hoitz: Listen, we all know you're a scumbag and nobody cares about you. Rotten piece of...
Allen Gamble: [snatches it back] That's worse than what I was saying.
[into bullhorn]
Allen Gamble: I'm not gonna lie to you, Don. People down here are starting to murmur that you don't

have the balls to do it.
Don Beaman: I don't care!
Allen Gamble: Yeah. I say you can do it. I mean, I don't want you to jump, I'm saying you have the capability. Oh look, he's flying!

Terry Hoitz: Remember us, hotshot?
David Ershon: Of course I do. Please, sit.
[to his secretary]
David Ershon: Two of those Russian waters, please. No lime wedges, just cucumber.
Terry Hoitz: Guess where we just came from? An explosion at your accounting office.
David Ershon:

Yes, that awful gas leak.
Terry Hoitz: Gas leak? The only gas leak is the one coming out of your mouth right now.
David Ershon: I just thank God no one was hurt or injured in a bad way. I absolutely abhor death.
Terry Hoitz: Hey, Andrew Lloyd Webber, the jig is up, okay? We know it wasn't your security team that grabbed you.

And we know you're targeting a big fish to cover losses. You talk or I beat you so it don't show no bruises.
Allen Gamble: God, this water is good. Terry, have you tried the water?
Terry Hoitz: Shut up, Allen.

Allen Gamble: [points a gun at Terry] Get in the car.
Terry Hoitz: Come on, Allen, we both know it's wooden.
Allen Gamble: [fires at the lamp] Apartment pop! Now get in the car.
Terry Hoitz: You're not gonna shoot me.
Allen Gamble: Ok, I'll be honest. This is only the second time I've

ever fired this.
Terry Hoitz: So stop pointing it at me!

Jimmy: Chinatown. Three triad gang members. I pop two of them off the draw - bang, bang! And I raise up to take the leader out...
Therapy Cop: Oh shit, I feel like I'm there now.
Jimmy: I hear a whistle. My partner's on the roof. He says, "Let's even the odds!" He tosses me down a Mossberg pump, I send one through his chest. Game

over, bitches.
[the group applauds]
Therapist: Jimmy, let's talk about how that story made you feel.
Jimmy: Like my cock was made outta concrete.