Lines from Homicide: Life on the Street (philosophical)

Frank (about his interview with Pratt): "He who loses control, loses."

Meldrick: I watched them slice up my partner in the morgue. Scheiner took the electric saw; sliced off the top of his head, took his heart, weighed it, and tossed it into a steel container like the kind you find in a restaurant kitchen. How many times I been to the Medical Examiner? How many times I've seen him slice the top of somebody's head off? Couple hundred times maybe, maybe more. But I never really noticed, I never really watched. Till I saw Steve.

Frank: (giving advice to a 14 year old about to go to jail for murder) You know now, don't you? You got the fear, now. Don't you? Son, I don't usually find myself giving advice especially to 14 year old killers, but please, please listen to me. Just this one time. Keep your ass to the wall. Don't trust anybody, don't believe anybody, don't help anybody, don't ask anybody for anything. Do you understand?

Gee: There are no real masterminds out there. Mostly we're dealing with people who think they are. If they think at all.  Problem is, there's so many of them.
Mike:----- I don't get it.
Gee: You don't hafta get it. You'll sleep better if you don't know. Give me the where, the what, the when - the why - is a thing we can live without. Homicide is the elite of the police force. There is no higher calling.

Falsone: The only thing you get for good work, is more work.

Bayliss: I can't stop seeing her face. Adena Watson's face in the rain. Wounds on her body. She was so tiny. I try not to care, but if I do that, if I actually stop caring, then I stop being who I am. No job's worth that.

Bayliss: Those guys are like a family. I have never, ever felt that in Homicide. We may be the best, the elite, but we are not a family.
Frank: Yes we are. But we're like a real family. Opinionated,  argumentative, holding grudges, challenging each other. We push each other to be better than we are. That kind of thing doesn't happen at barbecues or ball games. It happens on the job where it's supposed to. Putting down a murder. The work itself is the most important thing. What we do is important. We speak for those who can no longer speak for themselves and you're not gonna ever find anything like that anywhere, not in LA, or patroling the grounds at Disneyland.

Bayliss: I am good Murder Police aren't I, Gee?
Gee: Yes, of course.
Bayliss: I'm standing here thinkin about Frank, about everything I've learned from him, the past four years.
Gee: His technique in the box?
Bayliss: Yeah, but it's more than that. You know, I've finally got to a place where I understand how he thinks. See, when I find a suspect, I like to get in their brain, and figure out why they would wanna take another person's life. Why? But Frank, well, Frank, all he sees is a dead body. Doesn't matter to him who they were, what they did. He strips away their personality, he makes them all equal in death, because if they have been murdered, they must be avenged. Forward, without any hesitation, without any moral dilemma, his mind's so clear on that Gee, his mind. I just don't know if I'm gonna be as good a detective as I am without Frank.

Julius: What the hell do you want?
Danvers: What do I want? To kill you. Only unlike you, I don't have a gun, so I'm gonna kill you the only way I know how. With the law. (referring to the death penalty) It may take the rest of my life, Julius, but I came here to swear an oath to you. I will live to see you die.

Frank: What, you're feeling sorry for yourself cause you lost a case?
Bayliss: I've spent my life trying not to feel sorry for myself. See, Adena Watson, Janelle Parsons, Tonya Thompson. Every murdered child, every abused child, I understand. Cause all those children are me. Yeah, I know what that's all about. You see, my uncle, my father's brother, I was 5 years old, and he would follow me into the bathroom and he would close the door and he would take my hand in his and he would.... After he was done, he would smile and he would say what a good boy I was and oh, yeah, shhh....And this went on for years, years. My, my parents, they couldn't understand why I cried at every holiday, every family get together. So when I was 8 years old, I told my father, what had been going on, and I remember it was a struggle to get those words out and my father just stared at me and he asked me why I was lying. And he was my father and he was supposed to protect me Frank, but he didn't. See, for him, whatever was happening, it was like an inconvience. See, to him, I wasn't a real person, and he never saw me, he never really looked at me. Ever.
Frank: Tim, I'm sorry.
Bayliss: I don't want your comfort Frank. That's not why I told you.
Frank: Alright.
Bayliss: By the way, I don't wanna be partners with you anymore.

Kay: Bastards killed him in his own bathroom
Frank: They murdered him. Beau believed there was a distinction between murder and killing.
Kay: We don't close this case, it's on me. I should've know it wasn't a suicide. I let the case get cold because I believed the worst of Beau. I believed he was capable of killing himself and ughhh, I hated him for that.  For his being weak, selfish, everything I hated about him when we were partners. But with Beau, it was always when hating him the most, that he would turn around and do something incredibly, stupidly, sweet. Just got to hate him all the more. Don't tell anyone I cried.

Frank: Even if you get away scot free, god will make you pay.
 


 
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