Quotes About Police

Cops and food, she thought. Put them in the same room, invite chaos.

I married a cop." "I told you not to." Now he laughed, and kissed her again where her brow had furrowed. "And would I listen? I'm damn good at being married to a cop.

I can't go through channels or use either my home or office units. The minute I tried to dig on the chief of police, I'd be flagged. And you're wondering if I have a secured, unregistered system. Of course I do. Of course, she muttered. A nonregistered system is in violation of Code four fifty-three-B, section thirty-five. I can't tell you how aroused it makes me when you quote codes, lieutenant.

Cut it out." She gave Peabody a shove. "You're making my eye twitch." "We're just sitting here." "I know sex giggles when I hear them." "I wasn't giggling." "Not you. Him." McNab just grinned at her. "Those were manly chuckles." "You're cops. Be cops.

If we do, I want to be the bad cop." "You're a lousy bad cop, Feeney. Face it." He gave her a mournful look. "I outrank you, Dallas." "I'm primary, and I'm better at bad cop. Live with it." "I always have to be the good cop," he muttered as they stepped into a well-lighted hallway with more marble, more gilt.

Darling? Spare a minute?" She came back, her 'link pressed, screen down, to her chest. And hissed, "Don't call me darling when I'm talking to cops." "Sorry, Lieutenant Darling." She rolled her eyes. "What?

Cops are good at keeping secrets.

She was a cop, a Homicide lieutenant with eleven years on the job protecting and defending the hard, merciless streets of New York. There was little she hadn't seen, touched, smelled, or waded through. Because people, to her mind, would always and could always find more inventive and despicable ways to kill their fellow man, she knew just what torments could be inflicted on the human body. But bloody and brutal murder was nothing compared to giving birth.

Two different cops, and both of them fucked up the case. What are they using to train them in Chicago—old videos of the Three Boobs?" "I think that's Stooges," Roarke murmured.

rooms, and being the NYPS-fucking-D, we have a whole division who gets off on going through electronics, records." "That's

We have a Homicide, and a Code Five in number Eighteen-oh-three.

Stuff it, Jerry. This isn't just police business. It's humanity's business. Humanity, Jerry!

There's no cop in my division I wouldn't recommend. Every one of them would pursue this investigation thoroughly, diligently, and work until they'd closed the case.

anything to see. I want uniforms canvassing again in the

The human reached inside Wrath's jacket and started pulling out weapons. Three throwing stars, a switchblade, a handgun, a length of chain. "Jesus Christ," the cop muttered as he dropped the steel links on the ground with the rest of the load. "You got some ID? Or wasn't there enough room in here for a wallet, considering you're carrying about thirty pounds of concealed weapons?

Marissa laughed, utterly delighted with her mate. Later. Food first. Butch settled back immediately, like she'd called his lust to a heel and it behaved because it wanted to be a good boy. As she left, the cop's eyes followed her with rank hunger and adoration. V shook his head. You are a total sap.

The only warning he gave the cop as he winged the first two-hundred-pound crate out of the building was, "Brace yourself, Effie.

As V lit up and inhaled, he tried not to look at the cop and failed. Fucking peripheral vision. Always did him in.

One thing was for sure: Her attacker had made a hell of a mistake when he'd picked her. The entire police force was going to be gunning for that fool when they found out who he was. And Butch had a big mouth.

They put spotlights on me standing there in the road in jeans and workclothes, with the big woeful rucksack a-back, and asked:-Where are you going? which is precisely what they asked me a year later under Television floodlights in New York, Where are you going?-Just as you cant explain to the police, you cant explain to society Looking for peace.

The American police are involved in psychological warfare against those Americans who don't frighten them with imposing papers and threats. It's a Victorian police force; it peers out of musty windows and wants to inquire about everything, and can make crimes if the crimes don't exist to its satisfaction.

I made two movies before The Police had a hit record: I did Quadrophenia and a film called Radio On.

My father worked in a toy store. He used to give toys to the head of police when he would shop for his kids. One day the police head came in and told my father, 'You're on the list. Within two weeks, we're going to come and arrest you.' So within two weeks we got the heck out of there.

'The Choirboys' is very much a product of its mid-1970s time, especially in its two-dimensional portrayals of cop groupies Ora Lee and Carolina Moon, but the energy of Wambaugh's newfound, blackly comedic voice is a revelation, a trap-door opening into all facets of a policeman's world.