I want my hair back the way it was!
I’d rather you go bald to school than looking like a tramp.
[singing] *Oh say, can you see my eyes? If you can, then my hair’s too short. *
The Department and the public need role models. Clean-cut, forthright men the public can admire.
I don’t remember a time when I didn’t want to be a police officer… apart from the summer of 1979 when I wanted to be Kermit the Frog. It all started with my Uncle Derek. He was a Sergeant in the Met. He bought me a police pedal car when I was five. I rode around in it every second I was awake - arresting kids twice my size for littering and spitting. I got beaten up a lot when I was young, but it didn’t stop me. I wanted to be like Uncle Derek.
Know what? This whole fucking time, I’m a cop pretending to be a drug dealer. I ain’t nothing but a drug dealer pretending to be a cop.
When policemen break the law, then there isn’t any law - just a fight for survival.
You know, I may stand better with the cops than you do, pal. Why don’t you just sit down and relax, eh?
The Almighty tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he’s pretty sure you’re fucked.
…when suddenly, the animator suffered a fatal heart attack.
I know we got issues, but rejecting your heart isn’t going to make things easier, now is it?
The pupils. They’re fixed. Dilated.
You know the thing about a shark, he’s got… lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll’s eye. When he comes at ya, doesn’t seem to be livin’. Until he bites ya and those black eyes roll over white.
A relationship is like a shark: It has to constantly move forward or it dies. And I think what we’ve got on our hands is a dead shark.
And I know what a shark looks like, because I’ve seen one up close.
They took my grandfather. That’s why I really hate sharks.
When you’re a Jet, you’re a Jet all the way. From your first cigarette to your last dyin’ day!
No one could have landed that plane like I did. No one.
It’s really the only sensible thing to do, if its done safely.
And I can sum it all up in just one word: courage, dedication, daring, pride, pluck, spirit, grit, mettle, and G-U-T-S, guts. Why, Ted Striker’s got more guts in his little finger than most of us have in our large intestine, including the colon!