collar.wav
Harry:  You fuck with me, buddy, I'll kick your ass so hard you'll have to unbutton your collar to shit!!

flick.wav
Swan:  Drugs were Johnny's trademark.   He practically made his career singing about them.  It made him controversial.
Harry: Well, I can see why you'd want him in your 'flick'.

fortune.wav
Harry:  You forgot your fortune cookie.
Punk:  WHAT?!!
Harry:  It says:  (opens cookie) 'You're shit outta luck'.

get.wav
Harry:  Get off my ass.

gorilla.wav
Harry:  (to Lou Janero)  See that gorilla down there?  That's Butcher Hicks.  And he's killed three men, you know how he did it?  He tore `em apart with his teeth....didn't even find all the pieces.  You might say he has an unhealthy appetite.

kids.wav
Harry:  Do you have any kids, Lieutenant?
Ackerman:  Me?  No.
Harry:  Lucky for them.

myown.wav
Harry:  I don't like your list, Swan, and I don't like being on it.
Swan:  Ah, that's, that's what this is really all about, isn't it?   Well if you've got a choice to make...
Harry:  Maybe I'll start my own dead pool, and put you on it.

opinions.wav
Ackerman:  It's my opinion that, at the moment, you'd be serving this department best by working with me at public relations.
Harry:  Well, opinions are like assholes- everybody has one.

smoking.wav
Harry:  (to Butcher Hicks)  You see that dirtbag I was talkin' to down there?  (motions to Janero)   He says that smoking can cause cancer, and anyone who smokes as much as you do is one dumb son of a bitch.

weinees.wav
Harry:  Oh, you can set yourself into a bonfire and we'll break out the marshmallows and the weinees, but you ain't gonna be on News at Eleven.