Quotes
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Sgt. Jay Landsman : Officer, uh...
Off. Beatrice 'Beadie' Russell : Russell.
Sgt. Jay Landsman : I am informed that you are detailed to this case as a liaison with the port police. I also understand that, uh... you are the only help that your department is sending.
Off. Beatrice 'Beadie' Russell : That so?
Sgt. Jay Landsman : Although there is some small charm to a woman in uniform, the fact remains we wear plainclothes in Homicide. Which is not to say that the clothes need be plain. For you I would suggest some pantsuits, perhaps, muted in color. Something to offset Detective Moreland's pinstriped lawyerly affectations, and the brash tweedy impertinence of Detective Freamon. Rawls is watchin' on this one. Let's at least pretend we got a fucking clue.
Detective Lester Freamon : Tweedy impertinence? I like that.
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Chinese Seaman : [Speaking foreign language]
Moreland : Hey, hey.
Chinese Seaman : ...English.
Middle Eastern Seaman : No English.
Eastern European Seaman : ...English.
Arab Seaman : English...
Moreland : Kunta kinte, yabbdabba dabba do.
African Seaman : Huh...?
Freamon : Hah mishy gishy gushy gushy mishy meshy mushy, motherfucker.
African Seaman : Eh?
Freamon : Eh! Negro, you can not travel half way around the world and not speak any motherfuckin' English.
African Seaman : [Speaking foreign language]
Freamon : English, motherfucker!
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Det. Lester Freamon : What did he call Cole?
Det. William 'Bunk' Moreland : Collateral damage.
Det. Lester Freamon : I'm feelin' pretty damn collateral myself, I gotta say.
