Bad Boys (1995)

Téa Leoni: Julie Mott

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• Julie Mott : [Marcus offers some of his sandwich to Julie]  No thanks, I don't eat flesh.

  Marcus Burnett : Say what?

  Julie Mott : That's flesh that you're shoveling into your mouth. You know, that was, like, a living, breathing creature. You know, it probably had a name.

  Marcus Burnett : It's just baloney. My baloney has a first name?

  Julie Mott : Well actually, your baloney has about 30 names! They take odd parts from all different ones, like the leftovers, the hooves, stomach lining, ears, stuff like that. They put it into this machine to grind it all up and out comes this sheet. That's like, what you're eating now.

  Marcus Burnett : [Visibly disgusted]  Y'know what, I don't eat baloney anymore. How about a pickle? Can I eat the pickle?

  Julie Mott : There's a lot of salt in it, but yeah, it's fine. I mean, it is a vegetable.

  Marcus Burnett : A lot of salt in the pickle? Ok, let me rinse it off.

  [Dips it into his glass of Coke] 

  Marcus Burnett : There we go.

  [Takes a bite] 

  Marcus Burnett : How's that? I don't even taste the salt now!

• Marcus Burnett : [driving the "ice-cream truck"]  What am I smellin'?

  Mike Lowrey : Just drive!

  Marcus Burnett : What am I smellin'?

  Julie Mott : [Sees barrels of ether hanging in the back of the van. Reads the label]  Ether. Extremely... flammable... ether. Oh shit!

  Mike Lowrey : God-damn...

  Marcus Burnett : Oh, you-you-you-you da man. Oh you're the fuckin' man tonight! You go and pick an ice-cream truck that's a damn bomb!

• Ferguson : [as Julie reaches into her bra for a hidden handcuff key]  What you got an itch? I'd love to scratch it.

  Julie Mott : [gives Ferguson the finger]  Scratch this, okay?

  Ferguson : Yeah I'll scratch anything you want to you blue-eyed bitch.

  Julie Mott : Did you go to college?

• Julie Mott : So... this is a stakeout. Not what I imagined. Thought there'd be more... conversation.

  Marcus Burnett : Sorry it's not up to your... usual high standards.

  Julie Mott : Is he always like this on a stakeout? I mean, what is it? Too much caffeine? Not enough sex?

  Marcus Burnett : Hey.

  Mike Lowrey : Ooh, ooh. I can't believe she went there on you. You don't know who you talking to? That's Mike Lowrey over there. King Ding-a-Ling. Go ahead, why don't you whip it out for her, big boy?

• Julie Mott : Can I help you?

  Theresa Burnett : Yes, I'm here to kill my husband, Marcus Burnett.

  Julie Mott : Uh-huh, and that'd be the tall one or the short one?

  Theresa Burnett : The short one.

  Julie Mott : I thought so.

• Marcus Burnett : [to Mike, after a massive explosion]  Well... should I add this to your body count? There goes our only lead to the dope. Ain't this a bitch?

  Julie Mott : The dope? The do... what are you talking about? How about "there goes our only lead to Max's killer"? I mean, he's still out there. Oh, but, I mean, that's not really important, 'cause it's not like it's your job to protect people. Holy shit.

  Marcus Burnett : You see what I'm saying? She's crazy!

  Julie Mott : I'm crazy?

• Julie Mott : Hey, listen, are there any other, you know, totally hysterical, half-naked women popping by tonight that I should know about?

  Mike Lowrey : She was naked?

  Marcus Burnett : Titties were out a little bit.

  Mike Lowrey : You threw Yvette out naked? Okay. You... you're something. Okay. My wife would hate... she hates womanizers. I don't believe... you see, you... you see... something wrong with you. You don't respect other people's shit, that's your problem. I've been telling you that for years.

• Mike Lowrey : Can we help you?

  Julie Mott : Hey, I... I staked out all night in the back of that jalopy, too. You know, I think I earned a peek.

  Mike Lowrey : Hey. Hey, this is real cop stuff, okay? This is not "Charlie's Angels".

• [Julie is handcuffed to a steering wheel] 

  Julie Mott : [to herself]  "Hi Julie, what have you been up to the last couple of days?" Oh nothing, just hangin' out, handcuffed to steering wheels.

• Julie Mott : Listen, I've just seen my best friend get murdered. And I'll only talk to Mike Lowrey.

  Captain Howard : Why only Mike Lowrey? I have a detective here...

  Julie Mott : None of your fucking business, all right? Either I talk to Lowrey or I'm gonna blow town.

  Captain Howard : Mike! Mike, phone! Telephone! Mike! H-He's coming... he's coming right now. Hold on, please. Hold on.

  [offering the phone to Marcus] 

  Captain Howard : Talk to her.

  Marcus Burnett : Captain, I ain't got time for these games.

  Captain Howard : Talk to her. This is the-the witness, the girl at the hotel.

  [into the receiver] 

  Captain Howard : Yeah, here he... he's... he just got out of the john. Hold on.

  [offering it to Marcus again] 

  Captain Howard : Talk to her now. If you don't talk now, she's gonna walk.

  Marcus Burnett : Captain, I can't be no Mike, man.

  Captain Howard : Just talk to her, now. She's gonna walk out. This is our witness.

  Marcus Burnett : [through gritted teeth]  Calm down!

• Julie Mott : I need to speak to Detective Mike Lowrey.

  Captain Howard : This is Captain Howard. Can I help you?

  Julie Mott : You can get me Detective Lowrey.

  Captain Howard : Look, this is not another paternity case, is it?

  Julie Mott : No, it's another murder case, you twerp!