goddamnit Quotes

Indiana: [Marion tends to Indiana's wounds as she lifts his legs onto his bed] Please I don't need a nurse I just want to sleep.
Marion: Don't be such a baby
Indiana: Marion leave me alone, go away.
Marion: What's this here?
[touches one of his injuries]
Indiana: Yes it hurts.

[she puts some rubbing alcohol on his wound]
Indiana: Ow!
Marion: Well goddamnit Indy where doesn't it hurt?
Indiana: [points at his elbow] Here!
[she kisses it]
Indiana: [points at his head] Here!
[she removes his hat and kisses him on the head]
Indiana:

[touches his eye] This isn't too bad
[she kisses it]
Indiana: [touches his lips] Here
[she gives him a long passionate kiss on the lips]

Brian Gamble: Terrible day, I need a cocktail.
Street: I'm staying.
Brian Gamble: [In disbelief] You're what? After that?
Street: In time, Fuller will have some new asses to chew on, and he'll put us back on the team.
Brian Gamble: Fuller, is a cop pincher in this department, brother

and he's never gonna give us a second chance.
Street: So, what are you gonna do, piss away the hard work you did to get here?
Brian Gamble: Piss *what* away, Jimmy? The cage? C'mon man, we're better than that and you know it. Wanna join me? Oh, I guess that a real partner wouldn't have to ask that would he?
Street: A real

partner would stood up for what he did at the bank.
Brian Gamble: I saved that hostage.
Street, Brian Gamble: You disobeyed the hold.
Brian Gamble: No. I saved that hostage.
Street: [Sternley shouting] You disobeyed the hold! You made that decision yourself, and you shot a hostage,

Jesus Brian!
Brian Gamble: [Shocked] Woah, you sounded a lot like Fuller. Isn't that what you were talking about in there, you rat me out, you cut a deal to get back on the team, Jim?
Street: Did I cut a deal?
Brian Gamble: Yeah, did you?
Street: How many times have I cover up for you and all your

goddamn stunts?
Brian Gamble: [Shrugs] That's what a real partner
[Picks up his badge]
Brian Gamble: You just picked a paycheck over me, bro.
[Tosses his badge to Street]
Street: You just picked yourself over everything else.
Brian Gamble: You wanna stay here, be Fuller's bitch? You go

right ahaead, but I can't do it, nope can't do it. Goddmanit goddamnit god
[slaps a locker in anger]
Brian Gamble: damnit, Jim
Street: We were partners for 5 years, and this is how you wanna end it?
Brian Gamble: Nuh, uh. *I* didn't end it. You sold me out to the press.
Street: You know, I never

realize until now how full of shit you are.
[Tosses the badge back to Gamble, who comes over and grabs Street by the shirt in anger]
Brian Gamble: Fuck you, and SWAT.
[Pushes Street back and breaks a mirror behind him]