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The misfit Police Academy (1984) graduates now are assigned to train a group of civilian volunteers to fight crime once again plaguing the streets.
Zed: [Referring to his watch] Mickey! He's Dead! He killed him! Laura: I'm sure the academy will pay for it. Zed: No, you don't understand. It's like a sentimental thing. It was the last thing I stole before joining the academy.
Zed: [singing along] It's getting to the point now when I'm with you, I no longer want to have something stuck in my eye... Your mother, my mother ain't never looked like Florence Henderson...
Zed: Gene, Gene made a machine, and Joe, Joe made it go. Art, Art blew a fart and blew the whole damn thing apart.
Zed: People just don't understand me. Laura: Maybe if you talk slower... Zed: No, I mean who I am. Man, now I gotta worry about my diction too?
Cmndt. Eric Lassard: What is the most frustrating thing about police work? Tackleberry: Not being able to carry hand grenades, sir. Lt. Debbie Callahan: Separate locker rooms, sir. Mahoney: Icky blue uniforms.
Tackleberry: [Hands over gun to Mrs. Feldman] Now remember, that's a 44 Magnum and it's quite a... [Mrs. Feldman shoots target and the blast catapults her to the lodge] Tackleberry: ...kick. Mrs. Feldman: Damn, that was fun!
Laura: Oh, Zed. Do you think when this is all over we will still see each other? Zed: SHUT UP! Oh, no, not you. I m-m-m-meant the ducks!
Proctor: Gee, sir, I thought you could only get contempt of court for opening your mouth!
Captain Harris: [finding Zed and Laura by the pool] This is not a spawning pool!
Sgt. Moses Hightower: Yamma, yamma, yamma, yamma, yahhhhma. Fools! They think they can kill the brother of Medula! Cadet Tommy 'House' Conklin: I never thought that. Sgt. Moses Hightower: Oh, if I could reach into the belly of a yak and rip out its heart... Kyle: That would bring him back to life? Sgt. Moses Hightower: No, man. I'm hungry!
Capt. Thaddeus Harris: Citizens On Patrol. What a joke. You know what C.O.P. really stands for Proctor? Proctor: No sir what? Capt. Thaddeus Harris: Collection Of Pissants. [Proctor laughs] Capt. Thaddeus Harris: That's not funny Proctor. Proctor: No sir.
Capt. Thaddeus Harris: Proctor, this is an alley. Proctor: I know sir but these are the directions Mahoney gave me. Capt. Thaddeus Harris: Mahoney? Proctor: Yes he says this restaurant has the best salad bar in town. Capt. Thaddeus Harris: Well it damn sure better have! [they go inside] Capt. Thaddeus Harris: Proctor, I don't see a salad bar. Proctor: [sees the name of the restaurant, "The Blue Oyster"] Look sir. Maybe they serve seafood. [laughs] Capt. Thaddeus Harris: Not funny you idiot!
Captain Harris: What are you looking at, you... peckerhead!
[Jones enters the cadets' room, making the sound of a creaking door] Sgt. Larvell Jones: [Transylvanian accent] Good evening, gentlemen. I congratulate you on another good day. Sleep vell... [evil laugh] Cadet Tommy 'House' Conklin: Hey, Count, getting worried we're gonna be taking over soon? We're ready! Sgt. Larvell Jones: You're improving, guys, but you're still way down on the food chain. As we vampires say, "lights out, suckers!" [leaves, making a wolf howl]
Sgt. Eugene Tackleberry: You want to become one with the gun. Feel the gun, caress the gun until it's a living, breathing, vibrating extension of yourself. Mahoney: I look for the same in a woman.
[Mahoney talking to Captain Harris, who just ripped his pants trying to get over a fence] Mahoney: Did anyone tell you what a great tailor you have, Sir? Proctor: I mentioned that, just last week.
Captain Harris: Don't touch those! Don't you ever touch my balls without asking!