Cedric Connolly (Ebbing Police's desk sergeant)

Mildred Hayes: — Hey, fuckhead!
Jason Dixon: — What?
Cedric Connolly: — Don't say, "What," Dixon, when she comes in calling you a fuckhead!

— And what can I do for you today, sir?
— What's your name?
— Name's on my tag, man. You hard of reading?
— Hard of reading? No, no. That's good, "hard of reading." Kinda like "hard of hearing," but it's actually "hard of reading." Like a play on words or something, huh?
— What do you want?
— I've been sent down to take over from... Chief Willoughby in light of last night's unfortunate event.
— You have got to be fucking kidding me!
— Do you have any documentation to prove that, sir?
— You really wanna see my documentation, fucker?
— Yeah, see his documentation! Make him show it to you.
— None of you cracker motherfuckers got no work to do?
— Ain't that racist?

— He said what? To your face?
— No crime has been committed here.
— Oh, come on. Defamation of character ain't a crime?
— It isn't defamation if she's simply asking a question.
— What are you, an idiot?
— Don't call me an idiot, Dixon!
— I didn't call you an idiot. I asked if you was an idiot. That was a question.

— Ain't contravening no laws on propriety. Ain't contravening no laws on any fucking thing. I checked all this out.
— And where'd you check all this out?
— In a... a book.
— Which book, genius?
— Book called «Suck My Ass, It's None Of Your Business».

Abercrombie: — Just get the fuck out of my station house, man.
Jason Dixon: — What's going on?
Cedric Connolly: — I think I... I think I just got fired.