David Aceveda: You're going to free a murderer so his mob boss can kill him?
Shane Vendrell: It sounded a lot better the way Vic explained it.
Smitty: Why are you guys always coming to me with this shit?
Vic Mackey: Because you're the last honest guy we know.
Vic Mackey: Get over it and don't bring it up again.
Vic Mackey: I don't step aside. I step up.
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.
Singer: Who are you guys?
Shane Vendrell: Your biggest fans.
Captain Monica Rawling: Let me guess - you're either with Vic Mackey or you're against him.
Vic Mackey: Keeps things simple.
Vic Mackey: I'll never forget what you guys did for me.
Curtis 'Lemonhead' Lemansky: Don't worry, we won't let you.
Holland Wagenbach: You ever hear of a Canadian super pot?
Vic Mackey: What, you looking to buy a bag?
Holland Wagenbach: You're too young to quit.
Claudette Wyms: And I'm too old for this shit.
Holland Wagenbach: When was the last time you saw your dick without using a mirror?
Claudette Wyms: Oooooh. Busting crime one blunt at a time.
Shane Vendrell: The truth is like grits, you can't serve it up plain, you got to put a little salt on it.
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.
Claudette Wyms: We both know. What happened to Ronnie, that's on you. It's all on you.
Shane Vendrell: What? You think I speak European hick?
Claudette Wyms: The evidence is lacking.
Vic Mackey: So is Dutchboy's dick but I'm not helping with that.
