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Bad Boys II is a american film of genre Thriller directed by Michael Bay released in USA on 18 july 2003 with Martin Lawrence

Bad Boys II (2003)

Bad Boys II
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Dialogue

Facebook Share this quote on facebook [Mike and Marcus pose as Klansmen during a drug drop; they expose their cover and point their guns at the launderers]
Mike Lowery and Marcus Burnett: [singing] Bad boys, bad boys/What ya gonna do?/What ya gonna do when we come for you? [Marcus ad-libs the first verse]
Mike Lowery: Dude, you gotta learn the words.
Burnett: We usually only do the chorus.

Facebook Share this quote on facebook Marcus Burnett: [after Mike accidentally shots Marcus in the butt] What you mean, "We"? Motherfucker shot me in the ass, man.
Mike Lowery: Who shot you in the ass?
Burnett: Who? That "who" would be you.
Lowery: Me? I shot you?
Burnett: Yeah.
Lowery: I mean, I was shootin'...yeah, I was...I did a lot of shootin'. I mean, I ain't saying that I shot you in the ass. I mean, I ain't saying I didn't shoot you... [looks] But damn! Somebody shot you in the ass!
Burnett: Tell me about it.
Lowery: Yo man, how does it feel?
Burnett: It's hot man. smell my ass is burning.

Facebook Share this quote on facebook [Marcus and Mike arrives at the Miami Police Headquarters to go see Captain Howard...]

Facebook Share this quote on facebook Captain Howard: [sees the two from a distance] Fellas. What's your job description? No, you two⁠—What is your job description? I'll tell you. [circles the words on the bulletin board] TNT: Tactical Narcotics Team. Keyword: "Tactical ⁠— Displaying finesse and subtlety in achieving a goal!" Tell me, gentlemen...[points to a live television]...what was subtle about your work today?

Facebook Share this quote on facebook [Howard takes off his shoes at the outside of his office and is given an incident report]

Facebook Share this quote on facebook Howard: [reads the report] Twenty-two cars...and a boat, totaled? [to them] How did you sink a boat? [goes inside the office]
Mike Lowrey: We didn't sink it⁠—

Facebook Share this quote on facebook [Howard furiously kicks the trash bin to the side before he stops to compose himself]

Facebook Share this quote on facebook Howard: [exhales deeply] Whoosah...Whoosah...

Facebook Share this quote on facebook [Marcus and Mike follows suit in taking off their shoes before entering Captain's office]

Facebook Share this quote on facebook Howard: All right, first, the positive: Thank God, no cops died. The negative: I got a police commissioner so far up my ass...that if he spits, it's-it's coming out of my mouth. But I know that there's always two sides to a story. So, what's yours?
Marcus Burnett: Well, I was at a family barbecue.
Lowrey: We got a tip that the Zoepounders were gonna do a hit on cash or drugs from this big-time X-Man.
Burnett: That's what they call an ecstasy dealer on the streets.
Howard: Marcus, I know what they call them. That's why I'm captain. It's cool. So, you got the drugs.

Facebook Share this quote on facebook [Both men shakes their heads]

Facebook Share this quote on facebook Howard: No drugs. Oh, okay. All right. How about the money?

Facebook Share this quote on facebook [Both men shakes their heads again]

Facebook Share this quote on facebook Howard: No money.
Lowrey: Nope.
Howard: Then who is this X-Man?
Burnett: Captain, I was at a family barbecue. So I⁠—
Lowrey: We don't know...[looks at Marcus] but we are going to find out.
Howard: [points to the television] Well, then all that...was for nothing?
Lowrey: We didn't do all of that. [turns and points to the television] If you look close--Watch. Hold up. Let me s⁠—There's DEA all over. Wait, the... Wait, hold up.
Howard: [seething furiously] The DEA? Without consulting me?!
Lowrey: [sees a car crashing into a pile of flaming cars] That's a DEA car, right there!
Howard: CHRIST!! FUCK!!
Burnett: [calming Howard] Cap. No. Remember your pressure points.
Howard: Do my... My exercises. [steps away from his desk to compose himself]

Facebook Share this quote on facebook [Mike's cell phone rings]

Facebook Share this quote on facebook Lowrey: [picks up] Holler at your boy.
Howard: [eyes closed while holding his ears] Whoosah...
Lowrey: Twenty-one thousand? What?!

Facebook Share this quote on facebook [Marcus looks away in embarrassment since he damaged Mike's car]

Facebook Share this quote on facebook Lowrey: [glares at Marcus] Oh, kiss-my-black-ass. It was the dashboard! You know what?
Howard: [exhales in relief] Better.
Lowrey: [still glaring at Marcus] Yeah, you'll get your money. Somebody's on they way with your money. [hangs up the phone] Captain, is it possible we could discuss potential reimbursement...
Howard: We don't cover personal property. That's why we drive police cars. So where do we go from here?
Lowrey: Zoepounders knew exactly when to hit the drop, where to hit the drop, so we figure they know where the cash is. We find the cash, we find the X-Man.
Howard: Hey, I'm through playing games, all right? I have three cops critical. I got kids dying on my streets from souped-up X. I do not want these animals taking over my city. Do you understand? So I want you guys to do whatever you do, whatever it takes, but do it now.

Facebook Share this quote on facebook Marcus Burnett: [during a gunfight] Sir, we just want to talk!
Mike Lowery: You want to talk?! All right, go ahead, go ahead.
Burnett: We're not Immigration!
Lowery: [gunfire continues] They can't hear you 'cause they still shootin' at you!
Burnett: Fucking Haitians in a fucking little-ass room with fucking guns! Shit!

Facebook Share this quote on facebook [After a gunfight involving Haitian gang members...]

Facebook Share this quote on facebook Haitian Gang Member: Don't shoot. Don't shoot, man. Don't kill me.
Marcus Burnett: [Brushes himself off] Bullets and all... Excuse me.
Mike Lowrey: You all right, man?
Burnett: [Regaining composure] Apologize to that man. Apologize to that man. [Smacks himself repeatedly] Apologize! Apologize.
Burnett: [Turns to gang member] Hey, listen, I owe you...It's just that, you know, you was disrespect... But that don't mean it give me the right, though. It don't. Excuse me. Whoosah. Whoosah. [Spin kicks the gang member to the face] Whoosah, motherfucker!
Lowrey: [To gang member] See, the interesting thing is he's the one of us that's not pissed off.
Gang Member: I don't know nothing.
Lowrey: Whoa, hold up! I didn't ask you no question yet!
Gang Member: I don't know nothing.
Lowrey: Lying already?
Gang Member: No, get...
Lowrey: How'd you know about the drop?
Gang Member: I don't know nothing!
Lowrey: Stop lying!
Burnett: Do you know anything? I-I'm gonna be nice about it. Do you know anything? Let's ask some other suspects. Hey, look, man, fuck it. Let's try this. Let's talk to his homeys. [Sits down next to a dead gang member] Hey, look here, man. Can you tell me who was driving the black Suburban? [to Mike] Oh, he don't know nothing. His brains is under the end table. [Turns to his right to see another dead gang member] Oh! He can't tell us shit, Mike. He's all fucked up.
Lowrey: What's your point?
Burnett: [Stands up] Dead suspects can't say shit.
Lowrey: [Points his gun to the gang member's head] Well, it seems like live suspects don't say shit either, so I'll hot this dude here. Save us the paperwork.
Gang Member: I don't know nothing! I don't do motherfucking surveillance, man. [Frantically points to a camcorder] He do surveillance. He don't let nobody touch his camera.
Lowrey: [Looks at the footage in the camcorder] What's on that camera?
Burnett: Trigger Mike strikes again.

Facebook Share this quote on facebook [Mike & Marcus take the dealers' surveillance video to nearest electronics store and go to a private testing room to see everything, but somehow personal issues come out]
Mike Lowery: [describes with hands] Look here. This is our little boundary box. So we gonna take the word flaccid and we're gonna put it in there with my mom's titties with your erection problems, and we're gonna close this box and we're gonna throw this bitch in the ocean. And the only way that you can get to this box is you got to be motherfucking Jacques Cousteau. We cool? [suddenly realizes that they're now being watched all the while by store customers] Oh shit. We gotta go.
Mother: [complaining to manager] In front of my babies, you got porno and homo shows up in here?! What kinda freak-ass store is this?! [sees Lowery and Burnett as they leave] And you two motherfuckers need Jesus! [to children] Cover your ears, baby.

Facebook Share this quote on facebook Mike Lowery: [pretending to be drunk] Marcus! Nigga, who that is at the door?
Marcus Burnett: It's Reggie!
Lowery: Who the fuck is Reggie?
Burnett: Came to take Megan out.
Lowery: [walks over to Reggie] What you want, nigga?
Reggie: I'm here to take his daughter out.
Lowery: What's your name?
Reggie: Reggie.
Lower: Man, I heard the motherfucker say your name Reggie. You wanna be takin' Megan out?
Reggie: Yes, sir.
Lowery: How old is you?
Reggie: 15.
Lowery: Shit, nigga, you at least 30.

Facebook Share this quote on facebook [At the Spanish Palms Mortuary, Mike lifts a sheet covering a dead woman's corpse and sees her huge breasts]
Marcus Burnett: Mike, have some dignity!
Mike Lowery: What? I ain't doin' nothin'.
Burnett: Cover the titties.
Lowery: What-what-what am I gonna do with these big-ass dead titties?
Burnett: But you're lookin' at them.
Lowery: There's...something's seriously wrong with your brain, man.
Burnett: Just cover up the titties.
Lowery: God...damn!

Facebook Share this quote on facebook [while posing as pest-control workers at Tapia's house, Marcus sees two rats mating]
Marcus Burnett: Mike! There's a papa rat humping the shit out of this mama rat. No, he's straight pile-driving her!
Mike Lowrey: Now, how is that information gonna help me do my job?
Burnett: They fuck just like us!

Facebook Share this quote on facebook [Johnny shoots his cousin/assistant Roberto in the forehead after Marcus and Mike investigate his mansion]
Johnny's Mother: Johnny! Johnny, what happened to Roberto?
Johnny Tapia: He killed himself, Mama. Se pegó un tiro!
Johnny's Mother: Ay!
Johnny: Very sad.
Johnny's Mother: Make sure and write a letter to his mother.
Johnny: I'll do it.
Johnny's Mother: Okay, bye.

Facebook Share this quote on facebook [Mike walks into the room, wearing a new purple suit]
Marcus Burnett: Are you a cop or a model?
Mike Lowery: Hey, man, I like lookin' good, that's all.
Burnett: For who?
Lowery: Hey, man, don't hate the playa, hate the game.
Burnett: I hate the tailor.

Facebook Share this quote on facebook Captain Howard: I can't believe you guys. Do you get up in the morning, call each other up - "Good morning, Marcus." "Good morning, Mike." "How you doin'?" "Ai'ight." "So, how are we going to fuck up the captain's life today?" "Gee, I don't know, I don't know... Ooh, look! Over there. Let's kill three fat people and leave them on the street?"
Mike Lowery: They were dead before we ran over them.

Facebook Share this quote on facebook [Burnett is irritated at how the State Department wants to handle Syd's kidnapping]
Marcus Burnett: You know, by the time y'all finish being diplomatic, my sister could be in a fucking box. This is bullshit! [storms off; Mike follows him in another room.]
Mike Lowery: He ain't getting away from us that easy. ... We ride together, we die together. Bad boys for life. [moves to a teary-eyed Marcus and they embrace each other] We just gotta do it ourselves, man.
[DEA and SWAT operatives enter room]
DEA Agent Tony Dodd: Don't know you. You look like you're about to do something stupid. I'm in.
TNT Agent Fanuti: Dodd tell you how fucking crazy us ex-Delta guys are?
Det. Marco Vargas: Hey Marcus, my brother Tito, lives in Cuba. He's a little crazy, but he's hooked up with the underground. Weapons, men, a safe house. Whatever we need.
Det. Yul Vazquez: [steps in] You can forget about passports baby and all that stuff, because if the Cubans catch us, we're all dead.

Facebook Share this quote on facebook Mike Lowery: Rodney, I hear there's a boat on fire off the coast of Cuba.
Rodney: Don't you think we oughta break international waters to help them out?
Lowery: That's my dawg.
Marcus Burnett: Point of no return. [to DEA operatives and SWAT troopers] I want to thank you all from the bottom of my heart. [to Mike, offering hand-slap] Mike, good lu-
Lowery: Tell me when we get back.

Facebook Share this quote on facebook [Johnny and his daughter gaze at the painting that was near-finished...]

Facebook Share this quote on facebook Mike Lowery: Vargas, we're not gonna make it to the tunnel! Go to Plan B! We're going to Plan B!
Marcus Burnett: What Plan B?!
Lowery: [pause] Man, you don't pay attention to shit, do you?!
Syd: [as they start arguing in the middle of the gunfight] Are you fucking shitting me?! Let's go!
Detective Mateo Reyes: [in the escape tunnel] Plan B? What the hell is Plan B?

Facebook Share this quote on facebook Marcus Burnett: [driving with Mike down a hill, through cocaine-processing shacks, in a stolen Hummer] Is this still Plan B?
Mike Lowery: Naw, this is definitely Plan C!

Facebook Share this quote on facebook [Marcus shoots Johnny clean in the head, passing Mike's neck. Johnny falls into the pool of minefields, blowing himself up in the process. Mike checks his neck to see he wasn't wounded in the process...]

Facebook Share this quote on facebook Mike Lowery: Now, that's how you supposed to shoot! From now on, that's how you shoot! Whoo!! Oh, I want my next partner to shoot just like that. It take a dysfunctional motherfucker to bust somebody in the head like that. That's some dysfunctional shit. My next partner'll invite me to his barbecues, though.