Detective Remy Bressant: How well do you know "Cheese" Jean Baptiste?
Helene McCready: Who?
Nick Poole: Come on, sweetheart. "Cheese" Jean Baptiste.
Helene McCready: Oh, sounds familiar.
Detective Remy Bressant: No. It don't "sound familiar", Helene. He's a violent sociopathic Haitain criminal named Cheese. Either you know him or you don't.
Angie Gennaro: Did you ever sell to Helene?
Bubba Rogowski: There's reasons why there ain't three inches of plexiglass between us right now. That's because I don't fuck with skeezers like Helene. Or coconuts like Cheese. You should know better by now. I'm the king of this motherfucking jungle.
Detective Remy Bressant: If you see me comin' you better run cause I'm gonna lay you the fuck down.
Helene McCready: I feel like 9/11 now.
Beatrice McCready: You'll find us in that brown three-decker by the park. You know where it is.
Lionel McCready: Be hard to miss today.
Beatrice McCready: You took Amanda with you?
Helene McCready: Well, what am I gonna' do? Leave her in the car, Bea? I don't got no daycare. It's really hard bein' a mother. It's hard raisin a family, you know? All on my own. But God made you barren, so you wouldn't fuckin' know. So I understand, Bea, okay?
Beatrice McCready: You are an abomination.
Angie Gennaro: We have a good life, right?
Patrick Kenzie: Is that a trick question?
Angie Gennaro: I don't wanna find their little kid in a dumpster.
Patrick Kenzie: Maybe she's not in a dumpster, babe.
Angie Gennaro: I don't wanna find a little kid after they've been abused for three days.
Patrick Kenzie: Hon, nobody does.
Cheese: Bitches love the cheddar.
Patrick Kenzie: And like that, she was gone. We gave our statements. Nick and Remy the same. All of us spared any blame for Amanda's death. Jack Doyle resigned on the condition that he and he alone be held accountable. He was granted the dignity of early retirement, but the humiliation of half a pension. It was an ignominious end to an illustrious career.
Patrick Kenzie: He lied to me. Now I can't think of one reason big enough for him to lie about that's small enough not to matter.
Cheese: You got my money, you leave that shit in the mailbox on your ass way out, you feel me? Some other motherfuckers let fool rob on them. I don't play scrimmage. But I don't fuck with no kids. And if that girl only hope is you, well, I pray for her, because she's gone, baby. Gone.
Patrick Kenzie: What makes you think Ray hasn't spent all the money?
Helene McCready: Ni**a please, I hid it.
Patrick Kenzie: They say how old the boy was?
Detective Remy Bressant: Seven.
Patrick Kenzie: Second grade.
Detective Remy Bressant: Should be proud of yourself. Most guys would've stayed outside.
Patrick Kenzie: I don't know.
Detective Remy Bressant: What don't you know?
Patrick Kenzie: My priest says shame is god telling you what you did was wrong.
Detective Remy Bressant: Fuck him.
Patrick Kenzie: Murder's a sin.
Detective Remy Bressant: Depends on who you do it to.
Detective Remy Bressant: Kids forgive, they don't judge, they turn the other cheek, and what do they get for it?