7th most-quoted character in Homicide: Life on the Street: in 27 of its 413 quotes Most scenes with: John Munch (12), Meldrick Lewis (5), Al Giardello (3)
I know everybody is on you to do right by Steve. To make sure it doesn't come out a suicide.
Bolander
That what you're asking, Lieutenant? To make it a murder? A murder with no murderers? A murder that can't be solved? If you want me to do it; I'll do it. Hell, my clearance rate is so low these days, one more open case isn't gonna make any difference. Everybody says 'do it for Steve'. And I keep thinking, I mean, if he chose to commit suicide, what right do I have, what right does any of us have, to make that go away? I don't agree with what he did, but if that's his final statement, should I wipe that clear, just for our peace of mind? I mean, nobody wants to admit it, but everybody knows what really happened.
I believe that one day I'll be sitting at a bar in Hong Kong and this incredibly attractive and submissive woman with an abiding interest in art and existential philosophy will come up to me and say, "Take me home and ravish me."
We reach a certain age where we realize we know less about life than we did when we were seventeen. When I was seventeen, I remember…I believed in life. I trusted life. I believed there were answers to questions. I had…hope. Right now, I'm gonna tell you: I hate myself. I don't have any friends to speak of. All I have is this…job. And it disgusts me. You like garlic greens and cornbread?
That's because you never tasted my wife's. That's all it would take, no matter how bad of a day it was. She had that touch. I remember how she used to touch me, you know, so gently on the cheek. And when she was dying, I remember how she touched me… She said, "Remember…how much I love you." I'll never forget that. I don't wanna be alone anymore. I find myself folding in. I think this is what Crosetti found out, and I refuse to recognize it in him because I wouldn't recognize it in myself.
Take the color green. You see green, I see green. We call it "green" because as a society we have agreed that this thing, this color, is green. We think we're having the shared experience of green, but how do we know? Maybe my green is actually greener than your green.
Because they don't see what the rest of us see as green. But maybe, just maybe, their perception is correct. Maybe a colorblind person is actually seeing pure green, the real green.
Man, this is just my luck. I get a call. My partner's off tonight. So I look around the Squad Room. I see Munch. No. I see Howard. No. Felton. Lewis. No. No. I think Bolander. I'll take Bolander. He's the only one who won't drive me crazy.
Skeleton found buried in the basement of a house over on Gough Street. A couple's renovating the house, the contractor dug up bones. They're turning the cellar into a playroom.
Every year or so someone digs up bones in a basement in Fell's Point. It usually turns out to be some poor sailor who got a night's leave off some nineteenth century schooner docked in the harbor. The sailor came into town for a drink or some poker, got rolled for his pay, got stuffed in the basement. Meanwhile, up in Maine or England or even China, some young bride walked the shore, peering out into the sea, waiting her whole life for him to return.