Frank Pembleton quotes from Homicide: Life on the Street

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God have mercy on a man who doubts what he's sure of.

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He who loses control, loses!

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[About suspected cop shooter Pratt] All I know is, he was driven, in his own perverted mind, to make the world a better place for losers like himself; made his poison more dangerous than most.

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Luck had nothing to do with it. God reached down and graced a fool with wisdom.

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This may come as a shock to you, Kellerman, but I don't always like being right.

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Get out of my blood!!!

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Younger brother gave up older brother; variations on a theme.

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You one of those toilet intellectuals? You need a little something to read to keep you r-r-regular?

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You want glory, go work at ER. Homicide's fine by me.

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Don't touch that door. That's my door. Now you've pissed me off. You and I? We're never gonna be friends.

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In this corner, representing the pride of the Baltimore Police Department - Michael "I can take a whuppin" Kellerman!!

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Okay, here's the deal; I'm gonna take Mary home right now, and then I'm gonna find Lewis. And when I find him, I'm gonna kill him. I'm a very clever detective, and I will kill him in such a way, I will not be caught; he will simply disappear, and like all sphincters before him...he will not be missed.

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Homicide needs no metaphor... Homicide just is.

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Arrested once, hey, you're entitled. Arrested twice -- it's Baltimore, home of the bar brawl. But arrested three times for assault in one year -- maybe it's time for you to start admitting that you have emotional control problems.

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You're history. And if I wasn't so busy writing up your statement, I'd probably tell you so. I'd say, "Son, you are ignorance personified, and you just put yourself in for the murder of a human being." I might even admit to you that after all my years working murders, I'm still a little amazed that anyone utters a word in this room. Think about it, son. When you came through those doors, what did the sign say? Homicide Unit, that's right. Who lives in a homicide unit? And what do homicide detectives do for a living? You got it, bunk. And tonight you took somebody's life. So when you opened your mouth, what in God's name were you thinking?