Jason Dickson

— Hey, Dixon?
— Yeah?
— I need to tell you something. It was me that burned down the police station. Why, who the hell else would it have been?

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

— I'm sorry I got your hopes up.
— Well, that's all right. That's all right. At least I had a day of hoping, and that's more than I've had for a while.

— What happened to your hand, Officer Dixon?
— Oh, I just kinda... banged it up a little bit while I was throwing some guy out a fucking window. You know, the usual.
— Oh, yeah? They never taught me that one at the academy.
— Which fucking academy you go to?
— How are things coming along on that Angela Hayes case?
— How's things coming along on the mind-your-own-fucking-business case?
— How are things coming along on the hand me your gun and your badge?
— What? Huh?
— Hand me your gun and your badge.

— Well, you want me to go down and talk to 'em?
— No, I don't want you to go down and talk to 'em. Somebody sending their goddamn mother down to talk to the goddamn police? To say what?

— Dixon?
— Yup?
— Are you sure about this?
— About killing this guy? Not really. You?
— Not really. I guess we can decide along the way.

— 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?

— Will they give you some money for being laid off and all?
— I don't know what the compensation scheme is for when you throw a guy out of a window, Ma. Guess I should have looked into that beforehand. Let me Google that.
— A couple of grand, maybe? You been there three years. Not counting the five years at the academy. Six... if you count the year you were held back.

— 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.

James: — I mean, you know, you came across really good in the things that you were saying.
Jason Dixon: — I didn't think you came across real good. I think you sounded... you came across as a stupid-ass.
Mildred Hayes: — Ain't it about time you got home to your momma, Dixon?
Jason Dixon: — No, it ain't time I go home to my mama... momma. I told her I was gonna be out till 12:00, actually.

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.