Frank: We've lost too many good cops. So I try to shift my weight a little. But how many times can I bend the rules before the costs outweigh the benefits?
Sid: I think you got room.
Frank: I don't. This whole past year I've become too much of a soft touch.
Sid: I must have missed the soft touch days. Can I say something?
Frank: You may not. Wisdom given to make someone feel better about themselves is not wisdom. It's blowing smoke.
Sid: Sir, no one ever lay on their deathbed saying they wished they were more of a hardass.