Detective Fowler: If this woman's such a God-damned Saint, how did she end up raising four total fuck-ups?
Lt. Green: Miss Evelyn cycled hundreds of kids out of the foster program and into permanent homes. In 30 years she only came across four lost causes. Four delinquents so far gone she couldn't find anyone to take them in. So she did. Trust me, Fowler, these kids are congressmen compared to what they would've been.
Evelyn Mercer: May God forgive you.
Jeremiah: Mom always said, as bright as Bobby is, he just doesn't like to think.
Sofi: Angel, why you let him talk to me like that?
Bobby: Because I speak-a Spanish.
Lt. Green: You keep knocking on the devil's door long enough and sooner or later someone's gonna answer you.
Bobby: Why don't you just tell me what you know, Angel?
Angel: I know you need to stay your ass on that porcelain. This is gonna require a little finesse. And given your prior reputation as a hothead, you'll be the first one to fuck it up.
Bobby: I wrote the fucking book on finesse! You just wait for me to wipe my ass, Angel. I'm coming with you. Angel... Get me some fucking toilet paper, Jack.
Bobby: What about me, Green? You gonna arrest me too?
Lt. Green: That depends, Bobby. You keeping strait?
Bobby: Strait-ish.
Angel: Jerry ain't been strait up with us about that redevelopment project. I found out his dream's dead. Jerry got involved with some bad people. The city got on him about fraud and what not, cut his loans off like a month ago. Technically, Jerry's really broke.
Bobby: You think this had something to do with what happened to Ma?
Angel: No, I'm saying it's something we should look into.
Bobby: Lemme catch you on the street without that badge! I'll smack that smirk right off your face, you punk.
Bobby: Thanks for coming, Green. Ma would've been happy you made it to the service.
Lt. Green: Shit, your mom would've been happy you made it back for her funeral.
Bobby: I didn't come back for no funeral.
Bobby: Forget that, Green. I used to make a good living around here because cops like you couldn't find tits in a strip joint.
Bobby: We got a blowout.
Jack: Bobby, let's just stop the car. Okay, Bobby, let's just stop.
Bobby: Shut up, Jack. Gonna ride this out on the rim.
Jack: Haven't seen you in forever.
Angel: Yeah, I know.
Jack: Hey, did you get your teeth whitened?
Angel: Man, shut up Jackie-poo.
Bobby: I wanna make a toast to Evelyn Mercer, the greatest mother four degenerate bastards ever had. Pour me and my brothers another round, and some nice warm milk for my little sister.
Jack: Man, I will drink you under the table.
Bobby: We're not talking about sperm, Jack, this is whiskey.
Jack: So, shit, Bobby, what've you been up to?
Bobby: I'm a freakin' college professor, Jack, what do you think I've been doing.
Jack: I doubt that.
Bobby: What about you? You still sucking a little cock left and right, or what?
Jack: Fucker.
Evelyn Mercer: He's a good kid, he just... needs a big brother.
Detective Fowler: Hey, Gretzky, you know what this is?
Bobby: A hair from your wife's tit?
Jeremiah: Do you remember when I built that tree house and you burnt that shit down? Boy, I wanted to kick your ass.
Bobby: Don't worry, your house is brick, I ain't gonna burn it down.
Damian: Call me an ambulance.
Bobby: What? For my Dog bites? Nah, I'll be fine.
Victor Sweet: God damn it, I like the way you do business.
Answer: Yes he actually is gay and the other brothers tease him but as more of a loving way.