February 23, 2011 | 0 Comments
Lydia: What the Hell are you doing? Naomi: What does it look like. Getting my swerve on.
Lydia: What the Hell are you doing? Naomi: What does it look like. Getting my swerve on.
Ben: Unarmed fourth graders, what are they going to do throw a Tranformer at somebody. Dewey: Where the Hell’s Optimus Prime when you…
Josie: We can not have her testify looking like the fourth Charlie’s Angel.
Lydia: He was innocent. He shot himself. Russell: I know. I couldn’t have predicted that.
Mariella: You’re good with kids. Sammy: I don’t know about that. I think they just sense that I’m one of them.
John: I find it novel Dewey, every once in a while to give a shit.
Paramedic: This man doesn’t have a concussion; He has a bullet in his head.
Russell: What happened to Lydia the optimist? Lydia: She got her ass handed to her by Lydia the suspect.
Narrator: Even when cops do everything right things can still go sideways. Learning to accept this is a big part of the job.
Lydia: I don’t care how mad he was at her. I don’t see him cutting her head off and going all Kung Fu Panda on the bodyguard.”