Buddy Bragg: You want to take her to my place, get cleaned up, come out of the bathroom with your aftershave on, and she goes "Oh! I had you all wrong."
Jack Foley: I know a guy who walks into a bank with a little glass bottle. He tells everyone it's nitroglycerine. He scores some money off the teller, walks out. On his way out, the bottle breaks, he slips on it and knocks himself out. The "nitro" was Canola oil. I know more fucked-up bank robbers than ones who know what they're doing. I doubt if one in twenty could tell you where the dye pack is. Most bank robbers are fucking morons.
Marshall Sisco: Are you gonna go get him?
Karen Sisco: It's possible, why?
Marshall Sisco: Well, I was thinking, you could have a nice time with him on the ride down - like picking up where your interlude or whatever you call it left off - and then you could throw him in the shit house.
Jack Foley: Take your sunglasses off.
Glenn Michaels: I see better with 'em on, man.
Jack Foley: You don't take them off, I'm gonna throw them off the overpass while they're still on your head. Go wait in the car.
Glenn Michaels: Um, we're in civilization now so you can ease up just a little bit.
Jack Foley: I'm sorry! I'd like you to wait in the car please. Take her, put her in the back.
Glenn Michaels: Okay... in the trunk?
Jack Foley: In THE backseat! in THE backseat.
Jack Foley: What kind of name is Hejira?
Hejira: It's Islamic.
Jack Foley: What's it mean?
Hejira: The Hejira was Mohammed's flight from Mecca in 632. Brothers in Leavenworth gave me that name.
Jack Foley: You were in Leavenworth?
Hejira: For a time.
Jack Foley: What's that mean?
Hejira: Means, when the time came, I left.
Jack Foley: You broke out?
Hejira: I prefer to think of it as an exodus from an undesirable place.