We're not just black, we're cops too. We'll pull ourselves over later.
Bad Boys - 3: For Life, by Marcus BurnettMike, you go to therapy to get your issues worked out, not bang your therapist.
Bad Boys, by Marcus BurnettWe ride together, we die together. Bad boys for life.
Bad Boys, by Mike LowreyMarcus: "Remember: Knock and talk."
Mike: [tritt Tür ein] 'Okay, Knock Knock! Miami PD, get down!"
Marcus: "What the hell happened to knock and talk?"
Mike: "Hands behind your head, right now!"
Marucs: "I got this. I'm 'a penetrate this man's soul with my heart."
Mike: "What?"
Marcus: "Watch and learn! Sir, that you're scared. You know, sometime -"
[Marcus gets beaten]
Mike: "How deep you think you got in his soul?"
You know I'm a better cop when I get some in the morning, I feel lighter on my feet.
Bad BoysMarcus Burnett: "Mike! There's a papa rat humping the sht out of this mama rat. No, he's straight pile-driving her."
Mike Lowrey: "Now how is that information gonna help me do my job?"
Marcus Burnett: "They f-k just like us!"
Fouchet: "I like it when a woman takes pride in her appearance. Don't you?"
Casper: "Yeah, I hate it when a btch lets herself slide."
Please, man. Married life is easy. You only got one woman to satisfy.
Bad Boys, by Mike LowreyThere's too much bass in your voice. That scares white folks. You got to sound like them.
Bad Boys, by Marcus BurnettHave my daughter back by 10:01. If she's not back by 10:01 I'm in the car, locked, loaded and hunting your f'ing ass down.
Bad Boys, by Marcus Burnett'I blow you. And I blow you."
Marcus Burnett: "Blow me? What the fck? Naw, naw."
I'm married. That's what married means. It means you sleep together, but you can't get none.
Bad Boys, by Marcus BurnettI've got so much brass up my ass that I can play the Star Spangled Banner.
Bad Boys, by Captain HowardYou know, you drive almost slow enough to drive Miss Daisy.
Bad Boys, by Mike Lowrey