"It's a helluva thing killin' a man,take away all he's got and all he's ever gonna have"
"Well I guess he had it coming"
"We all got it coming kid"
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DA Rothko: You're lucky I'm not indicting you for assault with intent to commit murder.
Harry Callahan: What?
Rothko: Where the hell does it say that you've got a right to kick down doors, torture suspects, deny medical attention and legal counsel? Where have you been? Does Escobedo ring a bell? Miranda? I mean, you must have heard of the Fourth Amendment. What I'm saying is that man had rights.
Harry Callahan: Well, I'm all broken up over that man's rights!
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Harry Callahan: Well, when an adult male is chasing a female with intent to commit rape, I shoot the *******. That's my policy.
The Mayor: Intent? How did you establish that?
Harry Callahan: When a naked man is chasing a woman through an alley with a butcher's knife and a h@#d-on, I figure he isn't out collecting for the Red Cross!
The Mayor: He's got a point.
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I can go anywhere I please if I have reasonable suspicion. Now if I have suspicion a felony's been committed, I can just walk right in here anytime I feel like it, 'cause I got this badge, I got this gun, and I got the love of Jesus right here in my pretty green eyes.
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Mr. Lee: Take the money.
Bill Foster: You think I'm a thief? Oh, you see, I'm not the thief. I'm not the one charging 85 cents for a *stinking* soda! You're the thief. I'm just standing up for my rights as a consumer.
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Gang member 1: Whatcha doin' Mister?
Bill Foster: Nothing.
Gang member 1: Nahh, man. You're trespassing on private property.
Bill Foster: Trespassing?
Gang member 2: You're loitering too, man.
Gang member 1: That's right, you're loitering too.
Bill Foster: I didn't see any signs.
Gang member 1: [pointing at a graffiti skull] Whatcha call that?
Bill Foster: Graffiti.
Gang member 1: Nahh man, it's not ****ing graffiti. That's a sign.
Gang member 2: He can't read it man.
Gang member 1: Well then I guess I'm gonna have to read it for you. It says this is ****ing private property. No ****ing trespassing. That means ****ing you.
Bill Foster: It says all that?
Gang member 1: Yeah.
Bill Foster: Well, maybe if you wrote it in ****ing English, I would ****ing understand it.