Training Day

Hoyt: This car is NOT from the motor pool. Alonzo Harris: No it's not. Sexy though, isn't it?

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Alonzo Harris: But I don't believe you. You tapped that ass didn't you. You did! You put her in the back seat- BAM- Code X! Hoyt: Nah man, I got a wife. Alonzo Harris: You got a dick. You do have a dick, don't you? OK, the dick lines up straight like that right? To the right of it and to the left of it are pockets, right? In those pockets are money. Look in either one of 'em - pay the bill.

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Alonzo Harris: Left that out your service jacket. Yeah, I know you got secrets. Everybody got secrets. Didn't know you liked to get wet, dog. Jake Hoyt: What's "wet"? Alonzo Harris: Butt-naked. Ill. Sherms. Dust. PCP. Primos. P-Dog. That's what you had. That's what you were smoking, you couldn't taste it? Jake Hoyt: No, I've never done it. Alonzo Harris: You have now. I haven't, but you have. Jake Hoyt: Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Man, I'm gonna get piss-tested, and then I'm gonna get fired! Alonzo Harris: Lieutenant's got our back. We know a week before we piss. Jake Hoyt: Oh, shit. Shit! Alonzo Harris: Boom! Jake Hoyt: Why did you do this to me? Alonzo Harris: Nobody told you to smoke that thing. You made the decision. Live with your decision. Ain't like I put a gun to your head.

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Alonzo Harris: You alright? [Jake looks at Alonzo, but doesn't answer] It behooves you not to dick around on this one. Justifiable homicide in the line of duty? What happened was... Jake Hoyt: What happened was murder and armed robbery. We had badges, so it's different? Alonzo Harris: Open your eyes. Can't you see? Jake Hoyt: That man was your friend, and you killed him like a fly. Alonzo Harris: [chuckles] My friend? Tell me why...because he knows my first name? Son, this is the game. I'm playing his ass, that's my job, that's your job. Roger sold dope to kids. The world is a better place without him. Hey. This man was the biggest major violator in Los Angeles. I watched that cocksucker operate with impunity for over 10 years, and now I got him. The shit's chess, it ain't checkers. What did you think we were gonna do? we all of a sudden gonna roll up in a black-and-white? Slap the cuffs on him? "You're under arrest"? That's a high roller, dawg. Come on, man, take the money. Jake Hoyt:

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Blue: [Wheels up in a wheelchair to Alonzo's vehicle] What you need, homey? Jake Hoyt: Crack. 20 bucks' worth. Blue: Crack? [Looks at Alonzo] Smells like bacon in this muthafucka! What I look like, a sucka to you, nigga?! Fuck you, rookie! [Wheels away in a chase with Alonzo and Jake in pursuit]

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Alonzo: [After catching Blue in the back of a Korean store after a chase, forcefully pressing a pen down Blue's throat causing him to vomit the crack rocks he was hiding in his stomach] What's that? Blue: Motherfucking crack, man. Alonzo: That's right, Jimmy Crack Corn. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Oh, you're federally fucked now. You got crack... and a gun. You know with your record you can get 10 years per bullet? Now you gon' gimme a name. [Pops out a bullet] That's 10 right there. Blue: Come on, man. You know I ain't no snitch, man. Alonzo: I know you ain't no snitch. Gimme a name. [Removes bullet] That's 20. Blue: Fuck! Alonzo: Gimme a name. [Pops out a bullet] That's 30 years. You wanna go to jail or you wanna go home? [Pops out a bullet] Blue: He in the county! Alonzo: Who? Blue: Nigga named Sandman. That's all the fuck I know, man! Shit! Alonzo: See how easy that was? [Pops out a bullet] Blue: I'm sick of this shit, man. Alonzo: You wanna collect the evidence? Jake: Fuck that. Alonzo: My

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