We keep trying to protect you from the harsh reality of this life we chose.

The hardest day at work is easier than any day raising a teenager.

Basically, if something tastes good I'm pretty sure I shouldn't be eating it.

Henry: Now that is some big bird.
Linda: I think it weighs more than Sean.

Boots on the ground. There's no substitute.

I'd give my right arm to stick my left foot in your mouth, Pal.

Frank: What about nap time?
Henry: The boys are too old for naps, Francis.
Frank: I meant for us.

You're lucky you were riding with Renzulli and not me. I would have knocked your teeth in.

Frank: Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean. Who is neither tarnished or afraid.
Henry: Raymond Chandler?
Frank: His definition of a hero.

To dodging bullets.

Valentine's Day. Ugh.

Crime in this town has always been about location, location, location.