FAITH (24) 10/09/2000 10:00p
Yokas has a moral dilemma. A rapist has a sandwich and a steel pipe. Bosco has a problem with Nicole.

{voiceover}
Yokas: Every so often it’s like I come out of a fog. The fog of my everyday life. The bills and the kids, the laundry and the cleaning, my job, and my marriage. For a day or sometimes even two, something lifts and suddenly I can see myself clearly. The choices I’ve made. The hundreds of small decisions that have come to be the sum total of my life. The last week of August of this year, just before Labor Day, was one of those times. And if only for a moment I could see my life for what it really is. Good and bad. And I made some decisions, both right and wrong.
{chasing a kid who stole CDs}
Yokas: Damn it, Denny, stop running! I know where you live!

{to one of the kids who stole CDs}
Bosco: Eminem? Eminem? What you didn’t see the parental warning label? {kid starts to cry}
Bosco: Hey, there’s no crying.

Bosco: Why don’t you just go on the pill?
Yokas: I was on the pill for ten years! The pill makes me cranky!

Bosco: Good relationships are built on trust and faith.

{Yokas is throwing up}
Bosco: I thought morning sickness was supposed to happen in the morning.

Bosco: A rape, great.
Yokas: Another kid, great.

Yokas: Fred and I are procreating our way into poverty.

Yokas: All right, what are we doing here?
Bosco: Preventing crime.
Yokas: Under the bridge?
Bosco: There’s crime everywhere, haven’t you heard?

Yokas: Sully sounds pissed.
Bosco: What’s new?

{a car pulls into a field and parks}
Yokas: Should we go over there?
Bosco: And what? Arrest him for parking?

Bosco: There’s something you don’t see everyday, a man with no brains driving a Chevy.

{after the car with the suicide victim drives into the water}
Yokas: Now that’s gonna be a lot of paperwork.

Sully: You working today Boscorelli, or you gonna give us another performance of your "Holiday in Uniform" routine?
Bosco: No powdered sugar on your shirt, Sully. What? Krispy Kreme burn down?

{to Bosco}
Sully: What, a band of Vikings come ashore at 101st street and pillage and apartment building?

{to Bosco}
Yokas: And it’s not like you’ve been a choirboy. I mean, you’ve had more ass than a public toilet seat.

Bosco: How many cops you slept with?
Nicole: How many cops are there in New York?
Bosco: Maybe I should just check precinct toilet stalls, see which ones have your name and number scratched in the paint.
Nicole: You want a list of the men I’ve slept with? Why don’t you grab a phonebook, I’m sure there’s at least one on every page.

{to Bosco about confronting Nicole}
Yokas: Well…that went even worse than I thought it would.

Yokas: You going off on some existential tangent on me?
Bosco: "Existential tangent"?

Bosco: You took philosophy?
Yokas: Yeah, why? You didn’t think I was smart enough to take philosophy?
Bosco: I didn’t think you were stupid enough to take philosophy.

Fred: You gotta quit this job! This is it! This is absolutely it!
Yokas: I’m not going to quit my job.
Fred: You’re getting beat up by damn rapists on the subway!

{voiceover}
Yokas: I’m not sure we ever know if the decisions we make are right or wrong. I’m afraid they’re usually…a little of both.