Danny Reagan:  Huh , what 's wrong , have you lost your appetite ? You look like you 've seen a dead person or something .
Jamie Reagan: What , you put Renzulli up to it ?
Danny Reagan: Come on , when 's Renzulli ever listened to anything I say .
Jamie Reagan: I had to burn that uniform .
Henry Reagan: Hey , the rookie gets the short stick on the job since back before I came on .
Danny Reagan: Yeah , speaking of sticks grandpa , I offered Jamie your old blackjack too .
Henry Reagan: My old slapper ?
Danny Reagan: Mhmm .
Henry Reagan: I take that as a compliment .
Danny Reagan: Yeah , he turned it down .
Frank Reagan: It 's not 1959 , pop .
Henry Reagan: That 's _ 1969 _ thank you very much , Francis .
Frank Reagan: They 're not authorised .
Henry Reagan: Does n't mean it ca n't save your life .
Danny Reagan: Nah , it 's all right , let him learn the hard way , when he 's rolling around on the dirt with three hundred pounds of prison muscle .
Frank Reagan: I never carried one .
Danny Reagan: Come on dad , you 're six foot four , you 've got hands of stone . I still remember spankings I got from you . With those war clubs .
Frank Reagan: Gave me plenty of chances .
Jamie Reagan: Just finally what you want , everybody in this room knows that those things did most of the damage , after the perp was cuffed .
Danny Reagan: What am I going to do with you ? Hmm ? Somebody teach this kid the ropes .
Jamie Reagan: You 've got a problem with me when I 'm a dumb rookie , and a problem when I 'm not , why is that ?