Shane Vendrell: The truth is like grits, you can't serve it up plain, you got to put a little salt on it.
Vic Mackey: Partner up with a criminal? I can name one flaw in that plan.
Shane Vendrell: Only one?
Vic Mackey: Get over it and don't bring it up again.
Taylor: Are you gonna hold this third strike over me for the rest of my life?
Vic Mackey: I could lie to you. But I have far too much respect for you as a person. Yes I am.
Claudette Wyms: Since when do you speak Spanish?
Holland Wagenbach: I'm taking a class... I work in Los Angeles. Not knowing the language was limiting me from being the best detective I could be.
Holland Wagenbach: What am I, the Strike Team now?
Claudette Wyms: What?
Holland Wagenbach: Well, that sounded like an order.
Claudette Wyms: No, it wasn't - Do you want to go?
Holland Wagenbach: Yeah, but it's nice to be asked.
Vic Mackey: I don't step aside. I step up.
Shane Vendrell: Can I get your autograph, man?
Vic Mackey: Yeah, like on a confession?
Claudette Wyms: We both know. What happened to Ronnie, that's on you. It's all on you.
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.
Vic Mackey: Hi. I'm detective Vic Mackey.
Cop: These your men?
Vic Mackey: It depends. What did they do?
Captain Monica Rawling: Let me guess - you're either with Vic Mackey or you're against him.
Vic Mackey: Keeps things simple.
