Character: Mike Lowry

- Mike, I said so much, and all you heard was my chest.

- Mike, what are you doing?
I'm trying to penetrate his soul, his heart.
- No, I've realized that it's crap.

- Put you're glasses! <...>
- And you were right about points.
- I told you a few years said.
Holy crap, it's HD!

- Look when you shoot.
- No, Mike, no, I made a promise to the Lord. There is no violence.
- Who do you think gave you this weapon?
I do not know.
Is God's machine gun!
- Really?
He sent it in a time of need.
- Yes, it would be useful.
Yeah, you're a tool in the hands of the Lord.
- Yes, I am the instrument.
- As in "David and Goliath".
- David with the sling shot.
- Yes, this gun is your sling! It is given to strike your enemies.
You know what? We're the bad boys of the Bible!

- Holy shit! Yes, there is a warehouse full of weapons. Hell, even pomegranate is!
- Pull the pin. Yank!
- We're not in Vietnam, man. [Mike pulls the pin from the grenade, which keeps Marcus]
- Well then hold on.

- I have something to say. I made a promise to the Lord.
- Who?
- To the Lord.
- What are you talking about?
- I promised God that if you pull through, I'm forever done with violence.
- He knew that he was full of shit. Violence is our Forte.

A fucking gun with rubber bullets! They shoot bullets, but we are gummy bears!

- What the fuck!?
Man up! What I did was jumping off the platform if you decide to go down the stairs!?

Lorenzo Rodriguez, nicknamed Zwey-lo. She trained me to play basketball until associated with a gang. He was good, but I had to pull him off before the championship.
- You put the child before the championship?
- Yes, this asshole called me dalgona.
- Have you ever won?
- No, of course. He was our best player. Blew with a Bang. But I made it clear that the word "team" has no letter "I".
But Dalton it was exactly.

- I enter his soul through his heart.
- What?
- Watch and learn!
Hey, fuckface, I'm Fisting you like this suit!

- In short, was this guy a Buddhist, and he lived in the mountains, very high and went up there on a long a road, and then, out of nowhere, popping up from a guy on a horse right at him. Also Buddhist, maybe... Although I don't know.
May they both be Buddhists.
- Well, that, and the one on the horse, heading straight at first, so quickly that he had to get off the road to the horse trampled. Our entire dusty stands up and shouts: "Hey, what the fuck are rushing something!?". And that guy on the horse, says: "I don't know, ask my horse!".
- Ask the horse? Cool.
Exactly. Here it is, here, here. That face. And I had the same. This horse symbolizes all of our fears, trauma. It makes us rush so fast that we can't even answer one simple question - where am I in such a rush? Where are you running, Mike? Mike, you should start to control your life, it is time to take the reins while your horse threw you off the cliff.

Mike is a consultant in this matter. And that's all. <...>
This is a bad idea, captain.
- He's gonna fit in the damn case! And so we keep him on a short leash - control.
- I'm right here, cap.

- Violate the agreement? But what about the "bad guys forever"?
- Yes, but "forever" ended when you died.
What? What are you talking about, Bobby?
- You have three heart, Mike.
- Marcus, man, this bastard of me something lost and I'm back.
What is he robbed you, Mike? You're still alive. All he took is a legend of a bulletproof Vest, but I've seen you bleed. You're human, like everyone else.

Mike, you know that it is impossible to investigate his case.
- Okay, let me investigate the case of Vargas.
- No, I don't want internal Affairs were shoved in the ass the Hubble telescope for a deep colonoscopy.