Observe and Report

[from trailer]

Ronnie Barnhardt:
The world has no use for another scared man. Right now, the world needs a f***ing hero.

Ronnie Barnhardt:
Yuens, you guys are my infantry. One of you dies, God gave me another one.

Matt Yuen:
Okay.

John Yuen:
Awesome.

Ronnie Barnhardt:
Are you all right?

Brandi:
Physically yes, but psychologically? No!

[from trailer]

Saddamn:
My dick is brown, you dumb motherf***er!

Brandi:
[Wakes up to find Ronnie not having sex with her] Why did you stop, motherf***er?

Saddamn:
Why the f*** would I want to blow up the Chick-fil-A? It's f***ing delicious!

Saddamn:
You wanna cover them little breasts with some bubbles?

Dennis:
My bad, my blunder.

Charles:
[Charlie is asked to join the Special Elite Task Force] Wait a minute, are we getting paid extra for this? Because it seems like...

Ronnie Barnhardt:
Let me ask you something - how much did they get paid to storm Normandy, how much did King Arthur get paid to kill Merlin, how much did they get paid to invent Television? Nothing. They did it because they knew it was right.

Brandi:
It's like my mom always said: you can polish a turd, but it's still a piece of sh*t.

Dennis:
I ain't going to lie to you Ronnie, there is nothing good about this at all.

Female Reporter:
I'm standing here at Forest Ridge Mall where earlier today a man exposed himself to several women before fleeing the scene. I'm here with Ronnie Barnhardt, one of the security guards here at the mall, who can hopefully...

Ronnie Barnhardt:
Cut! Uh, you f***ed up ma'am. I'm, I'm the head of mall security. You should do that again and say it right.

Female Reporter:
Ah, well, Officer Bardhardt...

Ronnie Barnhardt:
Action.

Female Reporter:
Right. Uh, is there any information you can shed on this situation?

Ronnie Barnhardt:
You're just going to keep going when you f***ed up my title? Ok, uh, well I'm standing here with this doctor...

Mom:
I just want you to know, I'm ready to make a change.

Ronnie Barnhardt:
You gonna stop drinking?

Mom:
I'm switching to beer.

Dennis:
Whatsup mo Freckle? How's your dick hanging? Low I hope. I just wanted to write you and say that, you know I really am sorry for the way sh*t like went down and stuff, my bad, my blunder. I just wanted you to know that you really are my best man, problem is I'm a criminal man who doesn't care and your crime is... you care too much. Regardless of our differences, I hope you know that I always respected you, it's not every day you that you meet someone who stands for something in this world, anyway, no hard feelings okay, but if you ever want to party, get your ass to mexico, the beers are cool and the girls are wet. Sincerely, your right hand man, Dennis.

Ronnie Barnhardt:
I have a dream most nights. It starts on a playground. There's kids swinging, laughing, dogs barking, butterflies just flapping their little wings. And then you hear a rumbling, and over the horizon comes a black cloud and it's made of cancer and pus. And it starts sweeping over the playground and everyone starts screaming and clawing their eyes and pulling at their hair, and saying "Help! What do we do?" And you know what happens next? Out steps me wielding the biggest f***ing shotgun you've ever seen in your whole life. And you know what I do? I blow every f***ing thing away. And I am getting God's work done. When it's all over and the dust has settled, the whole world gathers below me and they say, "Thank you, Ronnie, thank you for helping, being a great man and doing this for us." And you know what I say? "You don't need to thank me. I'm just a guy with a gun. I'm just a cop."

Brandi:
[sees Ronnie taking his psych meds] I didn't know you partied like that.

Ronnie Barnhardt:
Yeah, I party like that every 4 to 6 hours.

Detective Harrison:
You wanna get hurt?

Ronnie Barnhardt:
You didn't bring enough pigs to hurt me.

Toast A Bun Manager:
Oh, look at that, two "I'm sorries". I thought those might clean the counter but they don't, because I guess I'm f***in' dumb.

Mom:
When Ronnie was in high school, I used to f*** all of his friends.

Dennis:
Y'all hurt Ronnie, and nobody hurt's Ronnie.

Nell:
Is there really a pervert here?

Ronnie Barnhardt:
Yes. Yes, ma'am, there is.

Nell:
That's scary.

Ronnie Barnhardt:
Not for me so much, you know, it's actually kind of my job, to put myself in harm's way, to protect weaker people such as yourself who are crippled in the leg and whatnot.

Nell:
Oh, my cast is coming off in like a month.

Ronnie Barnhardt:
I do it, so other people can sleep well at night, meanwhile, I'm up all night fighting demons, just screaming bloody murder, waking up with nosebleeds, night terrors, finding myself a mile from home with bloody feet and a gun in my hand I have no idea how I got there, but pound for pound, I'd say there's not one human being in this mall that deserves this coffee as much as myself.

Nell:
Wow.

Mom:
I know it's hard, but try to look on the bright side. You may not be the smartest person in the world, but you're... handsome from certain angles and you're... More importantly, you've got dreams inside of you and dreams make you special. And no matter what the world, um, throws at you, uh, they - it can never take your dreams away.

Ronnie Barnhardt:
What are you talking about, Mom?

Mom:
I don't know, I'm drunk.

Saddamn:
F*** you, Ronnie.

Ronnie Barnhardt:
F*** you.

Saddamn:
F*** you.

Ronnie Barnhardt:
F*** you.

Saddamn:
F*** you.

Ronnie Barnhardt:
F*** you.

Saddamn:
F*** you!

Ronnie Barnhardt:
F*** *you*!

Saddamn:
F*** you, Ronnie!

Ronnie Barnhardt:
F*** you.

Saddamn:
F*** you, Ronnie!

Ronnie Barnhardt:
F*** you, Saddam Hussein of Iraq.

Saddamn:
[softly] F*** you.

Ronnie Barnhardt:
[softly] F*** you.

Saddamn:
[softly] Fuuuck you.

Ronnie Barnhardt:
[whispering] F*** you.

Saddamn:
[whispering] F*** you.

Ronnie Barnhardt:
[whispering] F*** you, f*** you, f*** *you*.

Saddamn:
[quieter] F*** you.

Ronnie Barnhardt:
[quieter] F*** you.

Saddamn:
[quieter] F*** you.

Ronnie Barnhardt:
[mouthing] F*** you.

Saddamn:
[mouthing] Fuuuuck yooou.