Detective Marcus Burnett: I'mma penetrate this man's soul wit my heart.
Detective Mike Lowrey: What?
Detective Marcus Burnett: We're not just black, we're cops too! We'll pull ourselves over later.
Marcus Burnett: Let that be a lesson to yo witch ass.
Detective Mike Lowrey: I've never trusted anybody but you. I'm asking you, man. Bad Boys, one last time?
Detective Marcus Burnett: One last time.
Detective Marcus Burnett: Do you want your legacy to be muscle shirts and body counts?
Maya Dunsmore: [To Mike] Who wants to kill you?
Marcus: I don’t trust a person that don’t want to kill him. Hell, put my name up there.
Marcus Burnett: You were right about the glasses.
Mike Lowrey: I’ve been telling your ass that for years!
Marcus Burnett: Shit, Mike. These are like HD.
Marcus Burnett: Look, all our lives, we've been bad boys, all right? Now it's time to be good men.
Mike Lowery: Who, in the hell, wanna sing that song? [Singing poorly] Good men, good men. What you gonna do?
Marcus: Well, maybe if you sang the song like you meant it, it'd catch on.
Marcus Burnett: You a virgin?
Reggie: Yes, sir.
Marcus Burnett: Good. Keep it that way. Ain't gonna be no fucking tonight.
Mike Lowrey: You ever made love to a man?
Reggie: No.
Mike Lowrey: You want to?
Marcus Burnett: My ass still hurts from what you did to it the other night.
Mike Lowrey: Hey, it got rough. We got caught up in the moment, shit got crazy. You know how I get.
Marcus Burnett: When you popped me from behind I think you damaged some nerves.
Marcus Burnett: Mike, I can't even get an erection. I tried taking Viagra. Popped one, popped two. I've been eating them like Skittles.
Marcus Burnett: You see that?
Mike Lowrey: They throwin' cars! How'd I not see that?
Marcus Burnett: Hey, Mike, I'm just trying to be helpful.
Mike Lowrey: Hey, you'd know what would be fuckin' helpful, Marcus? Just shut the fuck up and let me drive, let's try that!
Marcus Burnett: I think we just broke the record for the number of gun fights in one week.
Marcus Burnett: I got this!
Mike Lowrey: But you don't though!
Ben: I've been waiting on this moment ever since I first laid eyes on you.
Malcolm Turner: Ben, whatever you started in that bed, trust me, you're going to finish alone.
Sherry: Oh, it's so good to see you, Big Momma. I thought you may forgotten all about me.
Malcolm Turner: Shut your mouth, child. Oh, Big Momma could never forget that ass.
Sherry: What?
Malcolm Turner: ...ma. Asthma. Do you remember you had asthma?
Big Momma: This is a family beach, not Chippendales.
Big Momma: Boy, you must be stuck on stupid.
