Bad Boys for Life (2020)

Martin Lawrence: Lt. Marcus Burnett

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• Marcus : I'mma penetrate this man's soul wit my heart.

  Mike : What?

• Marcus : Mike, all our life we've been bad boys. It's time to be good men.

  Mike : Who in the hell would want to sing that song?

  [singing] 

  Mike : "Good men, good men, whatcha gonna do?"

  Marcus : Well, maybe if you sung it like you mean it, it'd catch on.

• [the rookie cops start singing 'Bad Boys' in front of Lowrey and Burnett] 

  Mike : Hey, hey hey! Hey! Uh-uh! No! No! Never. Y'all will never do that again.

  Marcus : Yeah, and you fucking up the lyrics, which take a long time to learn.

• Marcus : [to Mike]  Do you want your legacy to be muscle shirts and body counts?

• Mike : Hey, nobody touches the shooter. He's mine!

  Marcus : Uh, yes he is...

• [Lowrey gets out of his Porsche 911. Burnett opens the passenger door and accidentally hits a fire hydrant] 

  Mike : Hey!

  Marcus : [struggling to get out while banging the door on the fire hydrant]  Oh, shit! Oh!

  Mike : Come on, man!

  Marcus : You can get that buffed out.

  Mike : No. You can get that buffed out.

• Mike : I've never trusted anybody but you. I'm asking you, man. Bad Boys, one last time?

  Marcus : One last time.

• Marcus : Mike... you fucked a married witch?

  Mike : All the shit I just said and that was your takeaway?

• [Mike "shortcuts" to the hospital by driving his Porsche across the beach] 

  Mike : Sorry, rich white people!

  Marcus : [showing his badge]  We're not just black, we're cops too! We'll pull ourselves over later!

• Marcus : [after putting on his glasses]  Shit! This is like HD!

• Marcus : You're dyeing your goatee, Mike.

  Mike : What?

  Marcus : You're dyeing your goatee.

  Mike : I'm not dyeing my goatee.

  Marcus : Yeah, that's Midnight Cocoa Bean. I recognise that shit.

• Marcus : [on a plane, to Mike]  She'll make your eyes melt into your stupid ass head. She'll make your dick fall off.

  [realises the girl sat next to him is listening] 

  Marcus : I meant penis. You should be minding your own business anyway.

• [first lines] 

  Marcus : [speeding through the streets of Miami]  MIKE!

  Mike : Whooo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hooooo!

  Marcus : What the hell are you doing?

  Mike : It's called driving, Marcus.

• Marcus : [finding the weapons stash in the motorcycle sidecar]  It's like an angry white man's basement in here!

• Marcus : [during a heated argument with Mike]  How *dare* you... I sat by your bedside, wiped the goddamn drool off your chin, and now *you* disrespect me like that in my own home?

• Marcus : So, what you gonna do when you see him? You really gonna put your son behind bars?

  Mike : No. I'm gonna kill him.

  Marcus : Kill him? You really gonna kill your own son, Mike?

  Mike : I'm gonna put him in a fucking bag.

  Marcus : You realize you will go to hell?

  Mike : I don't believe in hell, Marcus.

  Marcus : Well, it believes in you. I mean, killing your own son. Brother, that's a darkness that swallows you whole.

  Mike : Well, maybe I've already been swallowed. I died, remember? I'm ending this shit, man.

• Mike : [on Armando]  He's the right age. He's crazy like me. He's ruthless like me. He's fearless like me. He's the fucked-up me.

  Marcus : No, Mike. *You* the fucked-up you.

• Mike : [Marcus starts to cry while holding his grandchild]  Uh uh. Ok, that's that shit.

  Marcus : No, Mike.

  Mike : Stop it.

  Marcus : The baby...

  Mike : Seriously!

  Marcus : Look at the baby...

  Mike : OK, you know what? I'll be outside when you get your shit together.

  [leaves] 

  Marcus : [still emotional]  Mike, the baby...

• Marcus : This is some real telenovela shit.

• Marcus : Hurry! I can feel my ass cooking!