Character: Harvey Bullock (Harvey Bullock)

Life gives us so much reason to regret. There is no reason to multiply.

The success of the police service - the ability to sit around and do nothing when worn.

All villains of the world were once only children.

You can't escape yourself, why fight it?

Job irritating us, hardens. To leave difficult, but possible.

That's always say to myself: "I just once will do bad thing and good things will happen, it will block". But nothing seems to work. The act still looms.

We can't catch the gang, which all get sick. Maybe I'm old fashioned, but if the bandits become more popular than cops, it's just anarchy.

- You see this?
- No, because you took my glasses.

You look happy.
- Happy clientele.
- That's not it. There is something else. You in bed pulled!
- Oh Sherlock.
- You're clean shaven, smell like ladies ' soap. It's simple.

Do you want a drink?
- It is now noon.
I don't ask what time it is. I ask to drink?
- Of course.

- Jim Gordon? Detective Jim Gordon?
There's Gordon! What you got there, my juicy?

- He always considers himself the smartest in the room.
- I know. Exactly.
Is because in the room forever like an idiot.

I would be good COP, but I'm also angry.

- Well, what do you think?
- I think that the change will be delayed. Three hours on this bum, and then home.
- He was a veteran!
- Well, good for you, but now he's a dead bum. Someone is always shooting at homeless people. You're still the tooth fairy put out an APB!