The Shield Quotes
The story of an inner-city Los Angeles police precinct where some of the cops aren't above breaking the rules or working against their associates to both keep the streets safe and their ... See full summary »
[Vic is trying to scare a suspect in a third floor apartment]
Vic Mackey: Write what I tell you.
[Vic puts a notepad and a pen in the suspect's hands]
Vic Mackey: L. I. F. E. New word, new word! S. U. X.
[rips off the page and puts it into the lapel pocket of the suspect's shirt, then leads him towards an open window]
Vic Mackey: Looks like you're going to die a bad speller.
Vic Mackey: Write what I tell you.
[Vic puts a notepad and a pen in the suspect's hands]
Vic Mackey: L. I. F. E. New word, new word! S. U. X.
[rips off the page and puts it into the lapel pocket of the suspect's shirt, then leads him towards an open window]
Vic Mackey: Looks like you're going to die a bad speller.
[Kavanaugh offers Aceveda some gum]
David Aceveda: No, thank you.
Lt. Tom Kavanaugh: Come on, this is a fresh pack - it's Juicy Fruit.
David Aceveda: [pause] I said no - thank you.
Lt. Tom Kavanaugh: You hold it out long enough, some people feel compelled to take the gum. It's a sign they'll crack under pressure.
David Aceveda: I know.
David Aceveda: No, thank you.
Lt. Tom Kavanaugh: Come on, this is a fresh pack - it's Juicy Fruit.
David Aceveda: [pause] I said no - thank you.
Lt. Tom Kavanaugh: You hold it out long enough, some people feel compelled to take the gum. It's a sign they'll crack under pressure.
David Aceveda: I know.
Shane Vendrell: [Trying to provoke Antwon Mitchell in to attacking him so Shane could shoot him in self-defense] You know you got it all don't ya? You got money, you got power, *respect*!
Antwon Mitchell: Heh, the hillbilly's been listening to my speeches.
Shane Vendrell: It's too bad about your son though. I tell ya, if my little boy turned out to be a fag, I don't know what I would do. They say you're born that way. Were you doing his mother up the ass when you knocked her up?
Antwon Mitchell: One time, doing time, for a long time.
Shane Vendrell: That poor little kid. He's gonna be found face down in the shower with a back-full of shiv and an ass-full of cum. Word hits the street what's that gonna make you look like? I mean, yo people ain't caught in no homo vibe.
Antwon Mitchell: My people ain't your worry.
Shane Vendrell: Oh yeah? Well you know what? With all that money, all that power? At the end of the day you're still just a nigger. With a faggot-nigger son! and where's the respect in that?
Antwon Mitchell: [Eying Shane's gun in his holster, realizing that Shane is trying to provoke him, he sits back down and handcuffs himself to the table] Now... what were you saying about my nigger-faggot son?
Antwon Mitchell: Heh, the hillbilly's been listening to my speeches.
Shane Vendrell: It's too bad about your son though. I tell ya, if my little boy turned out to be a fag, I don't know what I would do. They say you're born that way. Were you doing his mother up the ass when you knocked her up?
Antwon Mitchell: One time, doing time, for a long time.
Shane Vendrell: That poor little kid. He's gonna be found face down in the shower with a back-full of shiv and an ass-full of cum. Word hits the street what's that gonna make you look like? I mean, yo people ain't caught in no homo vibe.
Antwon Mitchell: My people ain't your worry.
Shane Vendrell: Oh yeah? Well you know what? With all that money, all that power? At the end of the day you're still just a nigger. With a faggot-nigger son! and where's the respect in that?
Antwon Mitchell: [Eying Shane's gun in his holster, realizing that Shane is trying to provoke him, he sits back down and handcuffs himself to the table] Now... what were you saying about my nigger-faggot son?
Vic Mackey: [after he identified Ben Gilroy's body] How'd he die?
Medical Examiner: Take your pick. Cirrhosis, malnutrition, official cause was suffocation. Aspirated on his own vomit.
[looking at a file]
Medical Examiner: Christ, this guy was the Assistant Police Chief? What happened?
Vic Mackey: Take your pick.
Medical Examiner: Take your pick. Cirrhosis, malnutrition, official cause was suffocation. Aspirated on his own vomit.
[looking at a file]
Medical Examiner: Christ, this guy was the Assistant Police Chief? What happened?
Vic Mackey: Take your pick.
Claudette Wyms: Right now Vic Mackey may look like a mighty big catch to you. Do the smart thing, son. Cut bait.
David Aceveda: It doesn't bother you, the things he does?
Claudette Wyms: I don't judge other cops.
David Aceveda: Mackey's not a cop. He's Al Capone with a badge.
Claudette Wyms: Al Capone made money by giving the people what they wanted. What people want these days is to make it to their cars without getting mugged. Come home from work and see their stereo is still there. Hear about some murder in the barrio, find out the next day the police caught the guy. If having all those things means some cop roughed up some spic or some nigger in the ghetto... well, as far as most people are concerned it's don't ask, don't tell.
David Aceveda: It doesn't bother you, the things he does?
Claudette Wyms: I don't judge other cops.
David Aceveda: Mackey's not a cop. He's Al Capone with a badge.
Claudette Wyms: Al Capone made money by giving the people what they wanted. What people want these days is to make it to their cars without getting mugged. Come home from work and see their stereo is still there. Hear about some murder in the barrio, find out the next day the police caught the guy. If having all those things means some cop roughed up some spic or some nigger in the ghetto... well, as far as most people are concerned it's don't ask, don't tell.
Vic Mackey: What the hell are you doing?
Shane Vendrell: I'm not doing anything that we weren't doing before. I'm just pumping things up a level.
Vic Mackey: And what level is that? Prison?
[Shane doesn't answer]
Vic Mackey: All right, where's my investment now?
Shane Vendrell: It's all tied up in the coke shipment.
Vic Mackey: That coke that had Tio's guy bleeding from every orifice?
Shane Vendrell: I'm not doing anything that we weren't doing before. I'm just pumping things up a level.
Vic Mackey: And what level is that? Prison?
[Shane doesn't answer]
Vic Mackey: All right, where's my investment now?
Shane Vendrell: It's all tied up in the coke shipment.
Vic Mackey: That coke that had Tio's guy bleeding from every orifice?
Lauren Riley: [dog barks, she puts a flag where the dog is] Body.
[dog barks, she puts a flag where the dog is]
Lauren Riley: Body.
[dog barks, she puts a flag where the dog is]
Lauren Riley: Body.
[dog barks, she puts a flag where the dog is]
Lauren Riley: Body.
[looks at Vic]
Lauren Riley: I need more flags.
[dog barks, she puts a flag where the dog is]
Lauren Riley: Body.
[dog barks, she puts a flag where the dog is]
Lauren Riley: Body.
[dog barks, she puts a flag where the dog is]
Lauren Riley: Body.
[looks at Vic]
Lauren Riley: I need more flags.
