I let her into my head, into my wiring, and once you do that you give up control. The part of you that knows better is screaming at you to walk away but the other part just can't let it go. It's like gravity, the pull is too strong. Some days I feel my sanity slowly slipping away, stolen from me. And yet every time I see her I feel the same rush, that same mixture of nausea and joy.

Stahl

You think I survived ten years by blabbing to IA?

Harlee

Harlee: One or both of us may be under surveillance but I haven't been talking to IAB.
Cole: My partner, Parker, told me the same thing right before my unit killed him for it.

Wozniak: I thought you silenced him.
Loman: Not as permanently as Intelligence would have preferred.

Ramsay: I appreciated Detective Loman's effort but as a rule, I'm not a fan of half measures.
Wozniak: Well, that's one thing that you and I have in common.

Ramsay: Remember what happened to God's son. Rough day. Tough on dad too. Father, why have you forsaken me?
Wozniak: You could probably have the Pope fired if you wanted to but if you threaten my son again the wall behind you is getting a new paint job.

Harlee: You think anyone could have predicted how far you or I would go?
Loman: It doesn't feel like you have any options when you're in it.
Harlee: It's not too late for you, Loman. You just have to reach back to that part of yourself that chose to wear the shield in the first place.

They're not untouchable, not forever. Every bully, from wife beaters to gangsters to dictators, they can seem invincible for a while until almost always they're not.

Loman

Shades of Blue Season 3 Episode 4 Quotes

You think I survived ten years by blabbing to IA?

Harlee

I let her into my head, into my wiring, and once you do that you give up control. The part of you that knows better is screaming at you to walk away but the other part just can't let it go. It's like gravity, the pull is too strong. Some days I feel my sanity slowly slipping away, stolen from me. And yet every time I see her I feel the same rush, that same mixture of nausea and joy.

Stahl