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A pair of NYC cops in the Narcotics Bureau stumble onto a drug smuggling job with a French connection.
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: You dumb guinea. Buddy "Cloudy" Russo: How the hell was I supposed to know he had a knife. Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Never trust a nigger. Buddy "Cloudy" Russo: He could have been white. Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Never trust anyone!
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: All right, Popeye's here! get your hands on your heads, get off the bar, and get on the wall!
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: All right! You put a shiv in my partner. You know what that means? Goddammit! All winter long I got to listen to him gripe about his bowling scores. Now I'm gonna bust your ass for those three bags and I'm gonna nail you for picking your feet in Poughkeepsie. [a few scenes later: ] Walt Simonson: Popeye. You still picking your feet in Poughkeepsie?
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: The son of a bitch is here. I saw him. I'm gonna get him. [Popeye presses his search of the abandoned crematorium] Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Son of a bitch.
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: If that's not a drop I'll open up a charge for you at Bloomingdale's. Buddy "Cloudy" Russo: Make it Alexander's Toy Department.
[first lines] Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Merry Christmas. What's your name, little boy? Little Boy: Eric. Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Uh-huh, Eric. What do you want for Christmas Eric? Hmmm?
[analyzing drug shipment] Chemist: Blast off: one-eight-oh. Two hundred: Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval. Two ten: U.S. Government certified. Two twenty: lunar trajectory, junk of the month club, sirloin steak. Two thirty: Grade A poison. Absolute dynamite. Eighty-nine percent pure junk. Best I've ever seen. If the rest is like this, you'll be dealing on this load for two years. Joel Weinstock: So you say it's worth half a million? Chemist: How many kilos? Salvatore "Sal" Boca: Sixty. Chemist: Sixty kilos, eight big ones per kilo, right? This stuff will take a seven to one hit on the street. Salvatore "Sal" Boca: And by the time it gets down to nickel bags, it will be worth at least thirty-two million. Joel Weinstock: Thank you, Howard. Take what's left there with you and good night.
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: [to a random woman before he exits the bar after the drug raid] Get that hair done before Saturday. We're going now. Goodbye!
Joel Weinstock: [to the Chemist] Thank you, Howard. Take what's left there with you and good night. Ah-ah... not that one. The little one.
Salvatore "Sal" Boca: Weinstock, I'm telling you, they'll split if we don't move! This guy's got 'em like that, he's everything they say he is! Joel Weinstock: What about you, Sal? Are you everything they say YOU are?
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: This is Doyle. I'm sittin' on Frog One. Bill Mulderig: Yeah, I know that. We got the Westbury covered like a tent. Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: The Westbury my ass! I got him on the shuttle at Grand Central, now what the hell's going on up there?
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Hey you! Haircut! Where are you goin'?
Alain Charnier: Our American friends are becoming overcautious. Pierre Nicoli, Hit Man: What about our timetable? Alain Charnier: We MUST follow it. Pierre Nicoli, Hit Man: But will they? Alain Charnier: I don't know. Boca's scared. He sees policemen in his soup. Pierre Nicoli, Hit Man: He's not wrong. Alain Charnier: The one who followed me on the subway, he's our biggest problem. Pierre Nicoli, Hit Man: Let me handle him. Alain Charnier: There'll be others. Pierre Nicoli, Hit Man: So what? By Friday we'll be gone.
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Look, I say we keep sitting on Boca! Walt Simonson: Jimmy, give it up. Give it up, it's all over with. If there was a deal, it's gone down by now. We blew it, we blew our warrants, and we blew our cover. Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: Listen, I know the deal hasn't gone down yet. I KNOW it! I can feel it, I'm dead certain. Bill Mulderig: Last time you were dead certain we had a dead cop. [Doyle flies into a rage and attacks Mulderig] Walt Simonson: [as Cloudy Russo and a uniformed officer help him break up the fight] Hey! Break it up! You two break it up! Hold onto yourself, what's the matter with you? Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: [restrained by Cloudy] Son of a...! Walt Simonson: [seething] Jimmy! You've wasted two months on this! No collars are coming in while you two guys are running around town jerking off! Now go back to work! You're off Special Assignment!
Jimmy 'Popeye' Doyle: [confiscating drugs in a bar] What is this, a fuckin' hospital here?
Walt Simonson: Buddy, here's the warrant. The court order's in there for the wiretap, the judge gave you sixty days on it. Tell Doyle that Mulderig and Klein will sit in for the Feds. They'll make all the buys. Be sure you keep them informed of everything that goes down. Walt Simonson: [to Mulderig] You know Doyle, don't you, Bill? Bill Mulderig: Yeah, I know Popeye. His brilliant hunches cost the life of a good cop. Buddy "Cloudy" Russo: Hey look, if this is the way you're coming in on this, why don't you stay home and save us all a lot of grief? Bill Mulderig: Because that's my opinion! Buddy "Cloudy" Russo: Shove it up your ass.
Salvatore "Sal" Boca: Look, I'm telling you, I'll take the deal somewhere else. Joel Weinstock: So let him take sixty kilos of heroin somewhere else and find out how easy it is to put together half a million in cash. You won't find there's any hurry to do this kind of business. Salvatore "Sal" Boca: The stuff is here! We can make the switch in an hour! Look Weinstock, I'm telling you they'll split if we don't move. This guy's got them like that, he's everything they say he is! Joel Weinstock: What about you, Sal? Are you everything they say YOU are?
Buddy "Cloudy" Russo: You wanna play "hide the salami" with his old lady?
Walt Simonson: Hey Bill, look, do me a favor, give him a chance. He came in here with a little piece of information. I know you worked with him before and had a little trouble, but don't get off on the wrong foot, if you have problems, come to me with them, I'll handle it. Bill Mulderig: I don't want to get off on the wrong foot, Simonson, just keep him off my back. Walt Simonson: Just cool it with him. If you have any problems, come to me, I'll handle it. Do me this favor. Bill Mulderig: I'll be happy to work with him. Walt Simonson: Okay, he's a good cop, he's basically a good cop, he's got good hunches every once in awhile. Bill Mulderig: Fine, fine, fine, just keep him off my back.
Walt Simonson: Brooklyn is loaded with guys that own candy stores, two cars, and like to go to nightclubs! Buddy "Cloudy" Russo: Yeah, but you put this little candy store hustler together with Joel Weinstock and maybe we got a big score! Walt Simonson: Score, my ass!