- Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: Go on Jamal... Why don't you go shoot some hoops?
- Det. Jamal Matthews: What did you say?
- Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: Take my shield for one little fuck up?
- [bounds his locker door]
- Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: ONE LITTLE FUCK UP
- [storms off Jamal Matthews listens close by shaking his head]
- Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: Well I'll show them, I'll show those fucks
- Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: You know we gave Miguel a hard time... but underneath it all we liked him!
- L.V. Sacco: Underneath it all... we liked him? What's that crock of shit?
- Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: She's a material witness.
- L.V. Sacco: She's a piece of ass is what she is... next you'll be showing up at her door with a dozen roses.
- [His last lines]
- Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: Look at you... you disgust me! Making nice to the wetback?... After you cut him up?
- Caroline McKeever: [protesting] You don't understand
- Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: Oh I understand... I understand you're a twisted little bitch
- Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: [holding up a hook] I'm gonna split you open from groin to gullet
- Caroline McKeever: Don't do this... it was the candyman
- Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: [looking at the hook] I'm the candyman!
- Det. Jamal Matthews: [takes a swing at her only to be shoot by Jamal in the back/back of head] Miss McKeever? Miss McKeever? Are you okay?
- Lt. Det. Samuel Deacon Kraft: [dying line as Jamal kicks away the hook] Ca... ndy... Man...
- L.V. Sacco: [over the phone] What's the matter, didn't she like the roses?
- Samuel Kraft: [secretly dumps said roses out onto the street] You go to hell Sacco