Vic Mackey: Well maybe in your own mind, amigo. But in the real world, I don't answer to you. Not today, not tomorrow, not even on Cinco de Mayo.
Vic Mackey: Ay, Mo. Your sister's ass really tastes as sweet as Alvarez here says it does? He wants to know what your momma's putting in the corn muffin.
Shane Vendrell: What? You think I speak European hick?
Trish: Better than going home to an empty bed.
Vic Mackey: Well, I can't help you with that. At least, not tonight.
Singer: Who are you guys?
Shane Vendrell: Your biggest fans.
Claudette Wyms: The evidence is lacking.
Vic Mackey: So is Dutchboy's dick but I'm not helping with that.
Captain Monica Rawling: Let me guess - you're either with Vic Mackey or you're against him.
Vic Mackey: Keeps things simple.
Holland Wagenbach: If you're so special, how come a lowly civil servant like me just caught you?
Vic Mackey: You better figure out how much you hate me. And how you're going to deal with that. 'Cause I'm not going anywhere.
Claudette Wyms: Neither am I.
Vic Mackey: I'll never forget what you guys did for me.
Curtis 'Lemonhead' Lemansky: Don't worry, we won't let you.
Vic Mackey: Until now I've tolerated you. Come near my men again... I'm gonna lose patience.
Holland Wagenbach: My ex wife was a drunk, you think if I hauled her off to happy hour every night, I could have saved my marriage?
Shane Vendrell: So, we cause a triple murder before breakfast, start a race war before dinner - that's uh, that's a pretty good day.
Shane Vendrell: Looks like you wandered into the wrong prayer group, Frosty.
Holland Wagenbach: You're too young to quit.
Claudette Wyms: And I'm too old for this shit.
Shane Vendrell: So, if I'm a cocksucker.
Ronnie Gardocki: What do you mean "if"?
Holland Wagenbach: You ever hear of a Canadian super pot?
Vic Mackey: What, you looking to buy a bag?
Vic Mackey: Put your clothes on, get out of here, and change your taste in men.