You can't go in 'cause you're a cop in this town. You go in there without probable cause, they're gonna call it an illegal search. You know that. Or didn't they teach you that in cop school?Axel Foley
Now listen to me, my tough little friend. I don't know from under what stone you crawled, or where you get these ridiculous ideas about me, but it seems painfully obvious you haven't the slightest fucking idea who you're dealing with. Now, my advice to you is crawl back to your little stone in Detroit before you get squashed.Victor Maitland
Detective Rosewood: You know what I keep thinking about? You know the end of Butch Cassidy? Redford and Newman are almost out of ammunition, and the whole Bolivian army is out- out in front of this little hut?
Sergeant Taggart: Billy, I'm gonna make you pay for this.
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Sergeant Taggart: [after Axel has just offered him a hotel robe] Nah, that's alright. You keep it as a souvenir.
Axel Foley: I already have three of 'em in my bag.
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A heh-heh-heh-heh.Axel Foley
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All he asked me to do was drive you out of town. Now I'm gonna screw that up, too.Detective Rosewood
Police! Move and I'll kill you!Sergeant Taggart
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Jenny Summers: Axel!
Victor Maitland: Careful, old boy. You might hit me.
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Police Chief Hubbard: You expect me to believe that report?
Lieutenant Bogomil: That's the report I'm filing, sir.
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Detective Rosewood: Wow. You know, it says here that by the time the average American is fifty, he's got five pounds of undigested red meat in his bowels.
Sergeant Taggart: Why are you telling me this? What makes you think I have any interest in that at all?
Detective Rosewood: Well, you eat a lot of red meat.
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Axel Foley: If something happens to her...
Victor Maitland: Hmmm...? I'm all ears.
Axel Foley: I'll kill you.
Victor Maitland: Really? That would be a neat trick.
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Axel Foley: Is this your car?
Jenny Summers: Oh, no. In Beverly Hills we just take whichever car is closest.
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