- Lt. Colonel Nascimento: You know what this operation should be called?
- Officer: No, sir.
- Lt. Colonel Nascimento: Operation Iraq.
- Lt. Colonel Nascimento: You son of a bitch, look at me! If something happens to my son, or anyone else in my family, I will kill every single one of you, are you understanding me?
- Fortunato: What's happening to our city Rio de Janeiro? What's happening to our wonderful city? Thugs come into a police station and steal weapons. Weapons from inside a police station! This isn't crime, no sir. This is terrorism! Don't talk to me about human rights, because terrorists, to me, aren't people. It's because of "blah, blah, blah, human rights". Can't touch the thugs Don't touch the thugs. Don't touch the thugs. Give candy to the thugs. Send roses to the thugs. This is a circus, man. Here, close in on me, Imperador. Governor... you know what this is? This is a little dance. This is what will happen to your administration. Your administration will dance if you don't respond, because these thugs will take these guns to take on your government. We can't let that happen. What is this, people? What is this? They want to fight the administration that best cleaned up this city of narcotics trafficking. Governor... Destroy them!
- Beirada: [Beirada before setting up fire on the rival drug dealer] They fatten up the pig, now we gonna roast it.
- Fortunato: I hate those human rights mantras! "You can't touch the scumbag..." "You can't touch the scumbag..." "Here, have some candy, scumbag..." "Take those flowers, dealer!" What a joke!
- Rocha: Hey Marcinho, what you got for us sen?
- Marcinho: Hey listen. We ain't got nothing for you
- Rocha: Ah don't give me that, Marcinho... Your friends killed.
- Marcinho: If the dealer's brooke, the dirty cops would break too. We're choking, can't sell nothing, Rocha.
- Rocha: Marcinho come on, buddy, let go the loot, son,
- Marcinho: Listen, we only got 500 bones from cable TV.
- Rocha: You make me come up here for 500 fucking bones?
- Rocha, Marcinho: Beat it, son. Shut up, pothead! Go fuck yourself! Go fuck yourself, bro!
- Marcinho: Come on, Rocha give my hood a break man, don't sweat. When the take is light, my friend, the love is gone.
- Rocha: Let's go, Santos. Check it out, Gonçalves.