Fort Apache the Bronx
1981
Murphy: What is this, the gunfight at the O.K. Corral? Finley: As long as there's cop killers around, pal, I'm gonna be ready. Murphy: It don't make no difference how many guns you got. You only got two hands.
Corelli: Look on the bright side, though. We get our names in the papers, right? We're gonna be real serious on t.v. Hey, you know, with your good looks, maybe you get to ball an anchor lady. Murphy: Yeah? Corelli: Yeah. Murphy: Not with my luck. If it was raining anchor ladies, I'd get hit with Walter Cronkite.
Corelli: That's a nice coat. How'd you like me to cut it open, let all the rats out. Pimp: This coat cost more than you make in a year, motherfucker. Murphy: He knows your name. Corelli: Told you I was famous.
Murphy: You want to go out tonight, have a drink? Isabella: Two hundred cops ask me out every day. Why should I say yes to you? Murphy: Cause you say yes to all the others. Isabella: Well I guess that makes you the only cop in the Bronx I say no to.
Dugan: (Capt Dugan, in his last day on the job before retiring, is describing the conditions in the Precinct) Three and four generations of families on welfare. Drug dealers. Winos. Junkies. Pimps! Murderers. Maniacs. Cop-killers... Connolly: You finished? Dugan: Yeah, I'm finished. I'm goin' to Florida, Connelly. I'm goin' fishin'. So you can bring up all your computers and your slide rules and your psychological techniques. I mean this neighborhood'll bury ya. There's enough dirt in this precinct to bury every smart-ass cop in the city...