Homicide - Life on the Street Quotes
Pembleton: God have mercy on a man who doubts what he's sure of.
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Pembleton: You want me to come back? Why? Because we're friends? That's not true.
Gee: You're right. I've never been to your house, I've never met your wife. We are not friends. It ticks me off because you say what you think and you don't give a damn what I think about what you think. But there's one thing I know for certain, you change red names to black. And for that reason, and that reason alone, I want you back.
Gee: You're right. I've never been to your house, I've never met your wife. We are not friends. It ticks me off because you say what you think and you don't give a damn what I think about what you think. But there's one thing I know for certain, you change red names to black. And for that reason, and that reason alone, I want you back.
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Felton: Stan, where's your grass skirt? I heard you looked fabulous.
Bolander: You want me to snap on you, Felton? I'll snap on you right now.
Felton: Easy, Big Man. Can't you take a compliment?
Bolander: You want me to snap on you, Felton? I'll snap on you right now.
Felton: Easy, Big Man. Can't you take a compliment?
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Gee: Pembleton, Bayliss, Lewis- get over to Madison and St. Paul.
Lewis: What's up Gee?
Gee: We've got detectives down.
Pembleton: Which detectives?
Gee: Bolander, Felton, and Howard.
Lewis: What?
Gee: Pembleton, you're the primary. I'm on my way to Shock Trauma. They've been shot.
Lewis: What's up Gee?
Gee: We've got detectives down.
Pembleton: Which detectives?
Gee: Bolander, Felton, and Howard.
Lewis: What?
Gee: Pembleton, you're the primary. I'm on my way to Shock Trauma. They've been shot.
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Landlord: This ain't right.
Lewis: What?
Pembleton: Yeah it is, 201, open it up.
Landlord: No, Holten's in 210.
Pembleton: 2-1-0?
Landlord: Yeah, 210, down there.
Lewis: They went to the wrong door.
Lewis: What?
Pembleton: Yeah it is, 201, open it up.
Landlord: No, Holten's in 210.
Pembleton: 2-1-0?
Landlord: Yeah, 210, down there.
Lewis: They went to the wrong door.
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Munch: My shoes are wrecked. I've got their blood all over my shoes.
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Pembleton: Like I said, I'm fine.
Gee: Feeling a little freaked?
Pembleton: No.
Gee: Scared?
Pembleton: No.
Gee: Guilty?
Pembleton: No. That's Bayliss. Not me.
Gee: Oh, I get it. You don't feel anything at all. You're the type of guy that two weeks from now, you'll be stopped at a traffic light and all this will hit you and when it hits, it'll hit hard. It'll hit you so hard that your heart will burst into a hundred pieces.
Gee: Feeling a little freaked?
Pembleton: No.
Gee: Scared?
Pembleton: No.
Gee: Guilty?
Pembleton: No. That's Bayliss. Not me.
Gee: Oh, I get it. You don't feel anything at all. You're the type of guy that two weeks from now, you'll be stopped at a traffic light and all this will hit you and when it hits, it'll hit hard. It'll hit you so hard that your heart will burst into a hundred pieces.
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Gee: Let him talk; he'll talk all he wants. The more he talks, the deeper he steps into the crap.
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Det. Walker: Mrs. Holten, we need to ask you a few more questions.
Mrs. Holten: Who's he?
Lewis: Detective Lewis. Homicide.
Mrs. Holten: A good-looking Police Officer? How come you never brought nobody good-looking with you before?
Det. Walker: Good-looking? You need glasses, Mrs. Holten.
Mrs. Holten: Who's he?
Lewis: Detective Lewis. Homicide.
Mrs. Holten: A good-looking Police Officer? How come you never brought nobody good-looking with you before?
Det. Walker: Good-looking? You need glasses, Mrs. Holten.
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Lewis: [advising Felton] Just keep goin' on.
Felton: Meldrick, that's like the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my whole life.
Lewis: Now you're just spittin' on my advice. You ask me down here and I open up my heart to you and you gonna spit on my advice, just like that?
Felton: Basically, yeah.
Lewis: Gimme back the giraffe.
Felton: No.
Lewis: You don't want my advice, then gimme back the damn giraffe!
Felton: Meldrick, that's like the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my whole life.
Lewis: Now you're just spittin' on my advice. You ask me down here and I open up my heart to you and you gonna spit on my advice, just like that?
Felton: Basically, yeah.
Lewis: Gimme back the giraffe.
Felton: No.
Lewis: You don't want my advice, then gimme back the damn giraffe!
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Lewis: I feel real good. I feel good that any fucking asshole can go down to the corner store and buy himself a semiautomatic weapon and start blasting. You know what else I feel good about? I feel good about you people; you media motherfuckers. Gonna take this shit and put it on the evening news. Your ratings are gonna be good. You vultures oughta be ashamed of your goddamned selves.
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Russert: What are you doing back here, Tim?
Bayliss: I think the real question is, why would I ever leave here? Because unlike Frank, I love my job. I love it here, I love it here so much, that I think I'll just stay here forever.
Bayliss: I think the real question is, why would I ever leave here? Because unlike Frank, I love my job. I love it here, I love it here so much, that I think I'll just stay here forever.
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Bayliss: I love it here, I just love it here. I love it here! Criminology, that's my specialty. Tim Bayliss, Homicide...
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Logan: So, this is Charm City? Sounds like something you'd get out of a box of Cracker Jacks. Who'd wanna stay in this land of enchantment?
Pembleton: Plenty of New Yorkers ran down here to Baltimore. Dorothy Parker, for one.
Logan: Dorothy who?
R. Vincent Smith: Parker, you illiterate.
Pembleton: Plenty of New Yorkers ran down here to Baltimore. Dorothy Parker, for one.
Logan: Dorothy who?
R. Vincent Smith: Parker, you illiterate.
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Lewis: I gotta hand it to you, baby. You got some nerve on you. Do me a favor, would ya? Would you autograph this for me?
Munch: What are you talking about?
Lewis: And put the date and something personal. Never know; could be valuable in the future.
Munch: What is going on around here?
Lewis: You don't know?
Munch: No, I don't.
Lewis: You ain't been across the street?
Munch: No, I haven't. Is there something across the street I should know about?
Lewis: Yeah, you need to take a look at the photo exhibit at the gallery over there.
Munch: I do?
Lewis: Yeah. Absolutely. Go way in the back, up againest the wall, you'll... you'll know what I'm talking about. You know, I would've never had the nerve to done something like that. And I thought you were all talk, ya big fella. Ohhh, Munchkin. Whoops, guess we can't call him that anymore, huh?
Munch: What are you talking about?
Lewis: And put the date and something personal. Never know; could be valuable in the future.
Munch: What is going on around here?
Lewis: You don't know?
Munch: No, I don't.
Lewis: You ain't been across the street?
Munch: No, I haven't. Is there something across the street I should know about?
Lewis: Yeah, you need to take a look at the photo exhibit at the gallery over there.
Munch: I do?
Lewis: Yeah. Absolutely. Go way in the back, up againest the wall, you'll... you'll know what I'm talking about. You know, I would've never had the nerve to done something like that. And I thought you were all talk, ya big fella. Ohhh, Munchkin. Whoops, guess we can't call him that anymore, huh?
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Pembleton: [About suspected cop shooter Pratt] All I know is, he was driven, in his own perverted mind, to make the world a better place for losers like himself; made his poison more dangerous than most.
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Gee: Maybe you can tell me about the Battisto case.
Lewis: Well, we're moving along slowly but surely, we're trudging through it. Uncky Frank is on top of things.
Pembleton: You know, it might help if I had a partner who didn't whine so much, but hey, let's not get caught up in the details.
Lewis: Well, we're moving along slowly but surely, we're trudging through it. Uncky Frank is on top of things.
Pembleton: You know, it might help if I had a partner who didn't whine so much, but hey, let's not get caught up in the details.
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Bolander: You think the old partner's a few bricks shy of a load, huh?
Munch: Stan, you're a load. Trust me.
Munch: Stan, you're a load. Trust me.
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Lewis: I'll come with you, Stan. Besides, I kinda like working with you Big Man. You're like a father figure to me.
Bolander: A father figure?
Lewis: Yeah, a father figure.
Bolander: You ever repeat that, I'll gut ya.
Bolander: A father figure?
Lewis: Yeah, a father figure.
Bolander: You ever repeat that, I'll gut ya.
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Munch: We need new customers or we're not gonna have a bar.
Lewis: So what? Ladies night? Wet T-shirt contest, what?
Bolander: Turtle races. I've always enjoyed them.
Munch: We're sinking here, Stan and you're talking about turtle races.
Bolander: Fix me a drink. Scotch
Munch: You sure you should be drinking? You just got outta the hospital a month ago.
Bolander: Are you gonna pour me a drink or do I hafta wreck this place again?!!!
Munch: Let destiny be your guide, Big Man.
Lewis: So what? Ladies night? Wet T-shirt contest, what?
Bolander: Turtle races. I've always enjoyed them.
Munch: We're sinking here, Stan and you're talking about turtle races.
Bolander: Fix me a drink. Scotch
Munch: You sure you should be drinking? You just got outta the hospital a month ago.
Bolander: Are you gonna pour me a drink or do I hafta wreck this place again?!!!
Munch: Let destiny be your guide, Big Man.
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Bolander: Nothing is real.
Pembleton: What do you mean, nothing is real?
Bolander: There is no reality.
Pembleton: Really...
Bolander: Take the color green. You see green, I see green. We call it "green" because as a society we have agreed that this thing, this color, is green. We think we're having the shared experience of green, but how do we know? Maybe my green is actually greener than your green.
Pembleton: You mean, maybe my green is red?
Bolander: Maybe. Take colorblind people, they carry with them a stigma --
Pembleton: A stigmatism.
Bolander: Because they don't see what the rest of us see as green. But maybe, just maybe, their perception is correct. Maybe a colorblind person is actually seeing pure green, the real green.
Pembleton: Man, this is just my luck. I get a call. My partner's off tonight. So I look around the Squad Room. I see Munch. No. I see Howard. No. Felton. Lewis. No. No. I think Bolander. I'll take Bolander. He's the only one who won't drive me crazy.
Bolander: I'm driving you crazy?
Pembleton: Philosophizing. You're not known as the philosophical type, Stan.
Bolander: You get shot in the head, it makes you think.
Pembleton: What do you mean, nothing is real?
Bolander: There is no reality.
Pembleton: Really...
Bolander: Take the color green. You see green, I see green. We call it "green" because as a society we have agreed that this thing, this color, is green. We think we're having the shared experience of green, but how do we know? Maybe my green is actually greener than your green.
Pembleton: You mean, maybe my green is red?
Bolander: Maybe. Take colorblind people, they carry with them a stigma --
Pembleton: A stigmatism.
Bolander: Because they don't see what the rest of us see as green. But maybe, just maybe, their perception is correct. Maybe a colorblind person is actually seeing pure green, the real green.
Pembleton: Man, this is just my luck. I get a call. My partner's off tonight. So I look around the Squad Room. I see Munch. No. I see Howard. No. Felton. Lewis. No. No. I think Bolander. I'll take Bolander. He's the only one who won't drive me crazy.
Bolander: I'm driving you crazy?
Pembleton: Philosophizing. You're not known as the philosophical type, Stan.
Bolander: You get shot in the head, it makes you think.
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Pembleton: Okay. Theoretically,a woman can lead a man on, go up to his room, take off her clothes, jump into bed -- it becomes rape the moment she says stop. Jim may have feared for his life at some point during the confrontation, but he wasn't afraid at the moment he fired the fatal bullet.
Bayliss: He made a bad judgment call. You're gonna crucify him for making a mistake?
Pembleton: This is more than a bad judgment call. He killed Gersel for some other reason.
Danvers: What other reason?
Pembleton: I think it's racially motivated.
Bayliss: Why does that not surprise me, Frank? Why am I not stunned that you've unearthed yet another racial injustice?
Pembleton: I guess you know me too well, Tim.
Bayliss: Danvers, will you put a stop to this nonsense?
Danvers: I could deem the incident accidental, a misunderstanding established by circumstances. I could decide that the suspect not be charged. But I'm not sure I should take on the burden of determination... I'm going to recommend we go before a Grand Jury --
Bayliss: On what charge?
Danvers: Manslaughter.
Bayliss: What? Why?
Danvers: Because you're a cop. Because your cousin's white. I don't want it to look like we're showing any favoritism.
Bayliss: Oh, I see. In an effort not to show favoritism, Jim's being overly prosecuted.
Bayliss: He made a bad judgment call. You're gonna crucify him for making a mistake?
Pembleton: This is more than a bad judgment call. He killed Gersel for some other reason.
Danvers: What other reason?
Pembleton: I think it's racially motivated.
Bayliss: Why does that not surprise me, Frank? Why am I not stunned that you've unearthed yet another racial injustice?
Pembleton: I guess you know me too well, Tim.
Bayliss: Danvers, will you put a stop to this nonsense?
Danvers: I could deem the incident accidental, a misunderstanding established by circumstances. I could decide that the suspect not be charged. But I'm not sure I should take on the burden of determination... I'm going to recommend we go before a Grand Jury --
Bayliss: On what charge?
Danvers: Manslaughter.
Bayliss: What? Why?
Danvers: Because you're a cop. Because your cousin's white. I don't want it to look like we're showing any favoritism.
Bayliss: Oh, I see. In an effort not to show favoritism, Jim's being overly prosecuted.
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Umut Gersel: My son, he loved everything American. Growing up, he'd watch your movies and TV shows and rock n' roll. But mostly he loved what America stood for. Many of us believe there is too much repression in my country. We are not allowed to think or move as freely as you are, but if that freedom means getting away with killing an innocent boy, perhaps we are better off...
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Bolander: Munch, let's go.
Munch: What've we got?
Bolander: Skeleton found buried in the basement of a house over on Gough Street. A couple's renovating the house, the contractor dug up bones. They're turning the cellar into a playroom.
Munch: Nice.
Bolander: My bet, the skeleton's at least a hundred years old.
Lewis: Why's that, Big Man?
Bolander: Every year or so someone digs up bones in a basement in Fell's Point. It usually turns out to be some poor sailor who got a night's leave off some nineteenth century schooner docked in the harbor. The sailor came into town for a drink or some poker, got rolled for his pay, got stuffed in the basement. Meanwhile, up in Maine or England or even China, some young bride walked the shore, peering out into the sea, waiting her whole life for him to return.
Munch: Jeez, Stanley, more and more I see the poet in you.
Bolander: That ain't poetry, Munch. Them's the hard, cold facts.
Howard: Life was simpler a hundred years ago.
Bolander: Death was simpler.
Munch: What've we got?
Bolander: Skeleton found buried in the basement of a house over on Gough Street. A couple's renovating the house, the contractor dug up bones. They're turning the cellar into a playroom.
Munch: Nice.
Bolander: My bet, the skeleton's at least a hundred years old.
Lewis: Why's that, Big Man?
Bolander: Every year or so someone digs up bones in a basement in Fell's Point. It usually turns out to be some poor sailor who got a night's leave off some nineteenth century schooner docked in the harbor. The sailor came into town for a drink or some poker, got rolled for his pay, got stuffed in the basement. Meanwhile, up in Maine or England or even China, some young bride walked the shore, peering out into the sea, waiting her whole life for him to return.
Munch: Jeez, Stanley, more and more I see the poet in you.
Bolander: That ain't poetry, Munch. Them's the hard, cold facts.
Howard: Life was simpler a hundred years ago.
Bolander: Death was simpler.
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Bayliss: You're not going to say anything to me, are you?
Pembleton: What would you like me to say?
Bayliss: For a start, "I'm sorry"...
Pembleton: I'm not sorry. I did my job.
Bayliss: You still believe that my cousin killed that boy because he was an Arab?
Pembleton: Hikmet was not an Arab. Turks are not Arabs --
Bayliss: My cousin could not consciously kill someone.
Pendleton: I don't think it was premeditated. I think it was inherent. Jim's racism is so much a part of him, that he didn't have a chance to think about what he was doing. Jim is worse than a Klansman. 'Cause at least in their white sheets, they are recognizable. But your cousin's brand of bigotry is more frightening because, like still water, it runs deep. He doesn't even see it himself.
Bayliss: You are wrong, dead wrong.
Pembleton: The only one "dead wrong" is Hikmet Gersel. Did you see what happened when the verdict was announced? They applauded. Those law-abiding citizens, those good people applauded the death of a child. Let me ask you something, Tim -- then you tell me whether or not it was racially motivated -- if that boy had been American, if that boy had been white -- do you think would have cheered?
Pembleton: What would you like me to say?
Bayliss: For a start, "I'm sorry"...
Pembleton: I'm not sorry. I did my job.
Bayliss: You still believe that my cousin killed that boy because he was an Arab?
Pembleton: Hikmet was not an Arab. Turks are not Arabs --
Bayliss: My cousin could not consciously kill someone.
Pendleton: I don't think it was premeditated. I think it was inherent. Jim's racism is so much a part of him, that he didn't have a chance to think about what he was doing. Jim is worse than a Klansman. 'Cause at least in their white sheets, they are recognizable. But your cousin's brand of bigotry is more frightening because, like still water, it runs deep. He doesn't even see it himself.
Bayliss: You are wrong, dead wrong.
Pembleton: The only one "dead wrong" is Hikmet Gersel. Did you see what happened when the verdict was announced? They applauded. Those law-abiding citizens, those good people applauded the death of a child. Let me ask you something, Tim -- then you tell me whether or not it was racially motivated -- if that boy had been American, if that boy had been white -- do you think would have cheered?
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Pembleton: Luck had nothing to do with it. God reached down and graced a fool with wisdom.
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Bayliss: Man, I hate arson fires. There's never any evidence, no witnesses, nothing.
Pembleton: Well, look at the upside.
Bayliss: I don't see an upside.
Pembleton: I'm the primary on this case. If we don't close it, Gee will cast his long, doleful, accusing glance in my direction, not yours.
Pembleton: Well, look at the upside.
Bayliss: I don't see an upside.
Pembleton: I'm the primary on this case. If we don't close it, Gee will cast his long, doleful, accusing glance in my direction, not yours.
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