48 Hrs.

Reggie: This ain't no god damn way to start a partnership. Jack: Now, get this! We ain't partners. We ain't brothers. And we ain't friends. I'm puttin' you down and keepin' you down until Ganz is locked up or dead. And if Ganz gets away, you're gonna be sorry YOU ever MET me! Reggie: I'm already sorry.

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Reggie: This is your car, man? Jack: Yeah. Reggie: Looks like you bought this off one of the brothers.

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Jack: Class isn't something you buy. Look at you, you've got on a 500-dollar suit and you're still a low-life. Reggie: Yeah, but I look good.

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Reggie: Not a very popular place with the brothers. Jack: My kind of place. I always did like country boys. They're sure as hell going to love you.

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Reggie: Man, you loaded. Where the fuck did you get this? Redneck: Tax refund! Reggie: Bullshit! You're too fucking stupid to have a job!

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Redneck: What kind of cop are you? Reggie: You know what I am? I'm your worst fuckin' nightmare, man. I'm a nigger with a badge which means I got permission to kick your fuckin' ass whenever I feel like it! Reggie: [to bartender as he's taking his cowboy hat, in mock Southern accent] Well, looky here, Hoss... you start running a respectable business and I won't have to come in here and hassle you every night. Know what I mean? [to the bar patrons] And I want the rest of you cowboys to know something, there's a new sheriff in town. [throws bartender his hat back] And his name is Reggie Hammond. Y'all be cool. Right on.

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