The Best Bob Marley Quotes

Detective: These guys are miles away by now, but if you wanna beat your head against a wall, then here's what you're looking for: they're scared, like two little bunny rabbits. Anything in a uniform or flashing blue lights is gonna spook 'em, okay? So the only thing we can do is put a potato on a string and drag it through South Boston, "Thanks for coming out!"
[Murphy and Connor walk into the station and Smecker sees them]
Murphy: You'd probably have better luck with a beer.
Connor: Aye, you would.
Detective: Aw, fuck.
Paul: Hey, Greenly. Onion bagel, cream cheese.

Paul: [Agent Smecker walks up to the first crime scene, where Chekov and his partner lay dead] Brilliant. So now we got a huge guy theory, and a serial crusher theory. Top notch. What's your name?
Detective: Detective Greenly. Who the fuck are you?
Paul: [opens his coat and shows his FBI credentials] That's who the fuck I am.

Paul: These burns indicate that they used silencers. Look at these entry and exit wounds. They're almost identical. The two bullets went in here, through the top of the skull, criss-crossed, and exited through the eyeballs. This one clue tells us three distinct facts. Number one, Duffy?
Detective: They shot him at a downward angle... They put him on his knees?
Paul: Excellent! Number two, Greenly?
Detective: They... shot him at a downward angle?
Paul: It tells us he was the last to die. And number three, Dolly?
Detective: Uh... there was two shooters.
Paul: Fan-frigging-tastic.
[the other detectives start to object]
Paul: Stay with me, boys! What did they do to make two such identical wounds. Two men, of similar height, drop this guy down, each puts some iron to his head, and boom, that's all she freakin' wrote.
Detective: What about one guy, two guns?
Paul: Eh, possible, but unlikely. The angles are too extreme. A guy holding two guns to the back of your noodle is gonna shoot straight ahead. He wouldn't cock out his elbows, it makes no sense. Besides, are you telling me *one guy* came in here and killed eight men with eight extremely well-aimed shots in just a few seconds? No way. Had to be at least two.