Gamble: Fuck you and S.W.A.T.
Hondo: You still want to work S.W.A.T?
Chris: No. I just enjoy applying all the time.
Gamble: So this is what it's come down to, bustin' down doors with J-Lo?
Chris Sanchez: Just because I bought you a drink doesn't mean you're getting laid tonight.
Street: So, what does two drinks mean?
Chris: You wanna come to my house?
Street: That was easy.
Chris: My kid's having a birthday party tomorrow.
Deke: We need to sell that shit on eBay.
Street: I only have one.
Deke: We'll split the profits fifty-fifty, corner the market. Break 'em down like a shotgun - The Polish Penetrator.
Hondo: You know what they say, you're either SWAT or you're not.
Hondo: You look like you need a Band-Aid.
Street: Somebody else needs a body bag downstairs.
McCabe: What? No roll, Hondo?
Hondo: How do you know I didn't?
McCabe: You didn't, did you?
Hondo: They only roll in John Woo movies, not in real life.
Velasquez: SWAT stands for Special Weapons And Tactics. Where were your tactics out there?
Alex Montel: What do you make, $66,000 a year?
Street: Not even with overtime.
Alex Montel: Ha, loser.
Hondo: Drop Fruit of the Loomski in the A-car.
Hondo: Street, you have a driver's license?
Street: Got a library card.
Hondo: Good enough. So get your uniform on. You're driving me around today.
Street: Bad day, huh?
Beat-up Latino Thug: Kiss my ass, ese.
Chris: Remind me to buy some shares in Kevlar.
Hondo: I need your A-game boys... and girl.
Street: So why'd you pick me?
Hondo: To piss off the captain.
Hondo: Street. Don't beat him so badly I can't get a rematch, all right?
Street: I won't make any promises.
Hondo: It's my money, man.
Hondo: Let's go make the Captain look like a hero.
Capt. Thomas Fuller: Sometimes doing the right thing isn't doing the right thing.
Sgt. Howard: What the hell is that supposed mean?