Fitzy: Where's your boy?Oliver Queenan: He's studying law at Notre Dame.Fitzy: Where's your fucking boy?Fitzy: Goddamn motherfucker! Now where's your fucking boy?
Yes, those. I don't know what they are, you don't know what they are, who gives a fuck.
Dignam: This is unbelievable. Who put the fuckin' cameras in this place?Police Camera Tech: Who the fuck are you?Dignam: I'm the guy who does his job. You must be the other guy.
This unit is new, and you are the newest members of it. You have been selected from the basis of intelligence and aptitude. This is an elite unit. Our job is to smash, or marginally disrupt, organized crime in the city by enhanced cooperation of the FBI, represented here today by Frank Lazio. And we will do it. By organized crime in the city, you know who we mean - that's Jackie Costigan, that's an old picture. Jackie met his demise. Last known photograph. Costello uses three key guys: that's Fitzy - off-the-boat psycho who lives with his mother, who's straight out of Going My Way. Delahunt - muscle. French - the number one. But of course the rock star - you know who. We've done a briefing. Books, so read up. I want any and all ideas so I can pass them off as my own. Word hard, you'll rise fast. You're in the best possible position in the department. Let's go to work.
