Sergeant Taggart Quotes in Beverly Hills Cop (1984)

Detective Rosewood: Wow. You know, it says here that by the time the average American is fifty, he's got five pounds of undigested red meat in his bowels.

Sergeant Taggart: Why are you telling me this? What makes you think I have any interest in that at all?

Detective Rosewood: Well, you eat a lot of red meat.

Police Chief Hubbard: Is this the gentleman who crashed through Victor Maitland's window? Who disabled an unmarked unit with a banana?

Lieutenant Bogomil: Yes, sir.

Police Chief Hubbard: Who lured Taggart and Rosemont into a gross dereliction of duty at a strip-tease establishment?

Detective Rosewood: Uh, it's Rosewood, sir.

Lieutenant Bogomil: Yes, sir.

Police Chief Hubbard: Is this the gentleman who ruined the buffet at the Harrow club this morning?

Lieutenant Bogomil: Yes, sir.

Police Chief Hubbard: I just bet that you are the pride of your department in Detroit. Lieutenant, I'd like to see you in your office.

Lieutenant Bogomil: Yes, sir.

Axel Foley: [mocking Hubbard] Is this the man who... wrecked the buffet at the Harrow club this morning?

Sergeant Taggart: Lower your voice, for Christ's sake!

Axel Foley: What, can the guy hear me through the wall?

Detective Rosewood, Sergeant Taggart: Yes, he can.

[Detectives Foster and McCabe nod in agreement]

Sergeant Taggart: Why didn't you identify yourself as a police officer when you were arrested?

Axel Foley: 'Cause I was mindin' my own business. Hey, where the fuck do you guys get off on arresting somebody for getting thrown out of a window?

Sergeant Taggart: We have six witnesses that say you broke in and started tearing up the place, then jumped out the window!

Axel Foley: And you guys believe that? What the fuck are you, cops or doormen?

Sergeant Taggart: We're more likely to believe an important local businessman than a foul-mouthed jerk from out of town.

Axel Foley: Foul-mouthed?

[Taggart nods]

Axel Foley: Fuck you, man.

Detective Rosewood: [Taggart stands up and draws himself to full height] Hey, Sarge...

Sergeant Taggart: You watch your mouth.

Axel Foley: [standing] Hey, man, don't square off on me with some bullshit.

[shoves Taggart]

Axel Foley: You wanna start some static?

Sergeant Taggart: Hey, don't push me!

Axel Foley: [shoves Taggart again] Fuck you, man!

[Taggart delivers hard blow to Axel's stomach... Axel doubles over in pain]

Lieutenant Bogomil: [witnessing from his office] Taggart!

Sergeant Taggart: Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Bogomil: Come here.

[Taggart enters Bogomil's office, both emerge a minute later]

Sergeant Taggart: Sir... I apologize for striking you. I have no excuse.

Axel Foley: [bemused] Forget about it.

Detective Rosewood: Police! You're all under arrest!

[Armed thugs answer with a long hail of machine gun fire]

Sergeant Taggart: You do that again, I'll shoot you myself!

Detective Rosewood: You know what I keep thinking about? You know the end of Butch Cassidy? Redford and Newman are almost out of ammunition, and the whole Bolivian army is out- out in front of this little hut?

Sergeant Taggart: Billy, I'm gonna make you pay for this.

Sergeant Taggart: [after Axel has just offered him a hotel robe] Nah, that's alright. You keep it as a souvenir.

Axel Foley: I already have three of 'em in my bag.

Axel Foley: [in strip club with "Nasty Girl" playing in background]

[acting drunk]

Axel Foley: Hey man what's hapnin' Phil, I new dat was you, he told me that wasn't you, said you don't come here no more, but I said it's Phil! That is Philip,

[turns back toward Taggart and Rosewood]

Axel Foley: I told you that's Phil, you liar!

Strip Club Holdup Man #1: Get outta here man!

Axel Foley: Hey Philip, gimme kiss baby! Hey

Strip Club Holdup Man #1: [pushes Axel to ground, stops music by scratching needle across record and pulls out sawed-off shotgun] Everybody Freeze!

Axel Foley: Phil!

Strip Club Holdup Man #1: Get your hands on the table!

Axel Foley: Phil! What's wrong man?

[getting up from floor]

Axel Foley: What's all the hostility Phil?

Strip Club Holdup Man #1: Get back man!

Axel Foley: Whachoo doin' with all these guns man?

Strip Club Holdup Man #1: Get back, I told you to get back!

Axel Foley: [moving closer] You changed man!

Strip Club Holdup Man #1: I'm tellin' you to get back, if you don't get back I'm gonna blow your f***kin brains out!

[rushes toward Axel]

Axel Foley: [grabs shotgun, it discharges into ceiling, he elbows shooter in face twice and flips him to ground, pointing and cocking shotgun in his face]

Sergeant Taggart: [points pistol into 2nd shooters face] Police, move and I'll kill you!

Detective Rosewood: [runs up pointing pistol at shooter] Don't move, rollover!

Axel Foley: Way to go, Rosewood, you're some kinda cop, you know that!

[being shot at]

Sergeant Taggart: Jesus Christ!

Axel Foley: Yeah, these guys are serious.

Detective Rosewood: I hate machine guns!

[Rosewood and Taggart are staking out Axel Foley in an upscale hotel. Axel has just had dinner delivered to their car outside]

Detective Rosewood: How did he know we were here?

Sergeant Taggart: I let you drive.

Detective Rosewood: Everything he said about Maitland is right. Now he's kidnapped a woman and he's got her in this house.

Sergeant Taggart: Well, let's go in there and get her.

Axel Foley: What the fuck do you think I'm trying to do here?

Sergeant Taggart: You're not doing anything!

Sergeant Taggart: Police! Move and I'll kill you!

Axel Foley: Oh, you mean the construction that's going on. Yes, I'm very embarrassed about that. What I'm trying to do, though, is just confine myself to the other five bedrooms. I'm used to compromising my lifestyle.

Sergeant Taggart: Bullshit! You've stolen this house!

Axel Foley: How the fuck can you steal a house? This...my uncle's house!

[Rosewood runs a red light]

Sergeant Taggart: It's red!

Billy Rosewood: It's green!

[He hits another car]

Billy Rosewood: Oh, yeah, it was red. Okay.

Axel Foley: It was yellow!

Sergeant Taggart: Fuck Rambo!

Karla Fry: Goodbye, Mr. Foley.

[Gunshot]

Sergeant Taggart: Women.

[Taggart sees Rosewood take two shotguns and an overcoat out of his trunk]

Sergeant Taggart: Billy, what are you doing?

Billy Rosewood: I've been wanting to wear this for a while, Sarge.

Sergeant Taggart: What are you, nuts? Jesus Christ, Billy! We gotta talk! What the hell is this?

Billy Rosewood: You can never have too much firepower.

[outside the Playboy Mansion]

Billy Rosewood: Sarge? You old bloodhound!

Sergeant Taggart: Billy, isn't this uh...?

Billy Rosewood: Yeah!

[pause]

Sergeant Taggart: No!

Sergeant Taggart: Do I really look like Gerald Ford?

Axel Foley: Y'all both look like Gerald Ford!

Sergeant Taggart: [after being ordered to Lutz's office to explain Rosewood's call to the FBI] Can't keep God waiting.

Capt.: I don't want to hear that kind of talk, Sergeant.

Sergeant Taggart: Oh come on, Andy! He's fired every cop who used to work for the old chief! The three of us is all that's left!

Capt.: [curtly] He's still head of this department, Sergeant.

Sergeant Taggart: [softly] Yes, sir.

Billy Rosewood: Sarge, will you just relax and trust me?

Sergeant Taggart: Trust you? You drive worse than Maureen!

Billy Rosewood: [appalled] No way!

Sergeant Taggart: [to Biddle] Putz.

Harold Lutz: Did you say something, Taggart?

Biddle: He called you "Putz", sir.

Sergeant Taggart: I didn't call him a putz, I called you a putz.

Harold Lutz: He's right, Putz.

[Biddle's face drops]