Danny Reagan: [Offers a plate of food to Jamie, he declines] Huh, what's wrong, have you lost your appetite? You look like you've seen a dead person or something.
Jamie Reagan: What, you put Renzulli up to it?
Danny Reagan: Come on, when's Renzulli ever listened to anything I say.
Jamie Reagan: I had to burn that uniform.
Henry Reagan: Hey, the rookie gets the short stick on the job since back before I came on.
Danny Reagan: Yeah, speaking of sticks grandpa, I offered Jamie your old blackjack too.
Henry Reagan: My old slapper?
Danny Reagan: Mhmm.
Henry Reagan: I take that as a compliment.
Danny Reagan: Yeah, he turned it down.
Frank Reagan: It's not 1959, pop.
Henry Reagan: That's 1969 thank you very much, Francis.
Frank Reagan: They're not authorised.
Henry Reagan: Doesn't mean it can't save your life.
Danny Reagan: Nah, it's all right, let him learn the hard way, when he's rolling around on the dirt with three hundred pounds of prison muscle.
Frank Reagan: I never carried one.
Danny Reagan: Come on dad, you're six foot four, you've got hands of stone. I still remember spankings I got from you. With those war clubs.
Frank Reagan: Gave me plenty of chances.
Jamie Reagan: Just finally what you want, everybody in this room knows that those things did most of the damage, after the perp was cuffed.
[Both grandpa and Danny look at him annoyed]
Danny Reagan: What am I going to do with you? Hmm? Somebody teach this kid the ropes.
Jamie Reagan: You've got a problem with me when I'm a dumb rookie, and a problem when I'm not, why is that?
[Tension in the room]
