vicquemarequotes.bsky.social - Profile | ThreadSky | a Reddit-style client for Bluesky

I'm your partner. I answer for you when you're not there.

submitted 41 minutes ago • 0 comments

Oh no, NO, NO!

submitted 2 hours ago • 0 comments

(ESPRIT DE CORPS - Not far from here a 34-year-old man called Jean Vicquemare reluctantly picks his facial hair while a dark-haired woman in an officer's suit waits for an answer.)

submitted 4 hours ago • 0 comments

'Pissf****ts'... what the fuck is wrong with you?!

submitted 6 hours ago • 0 comments

You lost your fucking gun!? (He looks around.) I knew it. I knew he lost it. Didn't I tell you? I told you he lost his gun too.

submitted 8 hours ago • 0 comments

Yeah -- not like us. Two clinically depressed old men. Where's the contrast here? We're garbage.

submitted 10 hours ago • 0 comments

Thank you, lieutenant. You're being kind. It is an understaffed station and the district is too big -- which is why we need to... (He tilts his head northward...)

submitted 12 hours ago • 0 comments

I've been there: Perhaps it's not because he's a petulant teenager in a 40-year-old man's body. Perhaps it's pale-related? Perhaps it's extraphysical?

submitted 14 hours ago • 0 comments

No, nothing. It's just... Judit went to his place and found the Monday mail unopened. I think he's still there. You didn't, like, drink with him over the weekend did you?

submitted 16 hours ago • 0 comments

You look like a fucking clown, Harry. Not like a funny police officer, but like a real-life, full-time, pie-in-the-face, unicycle-riding circus employee.

submitted 18 hours ago • 0 comments

Oh you know me... always the joker -- just can't but see the bright side. (He's doing a weird dance imitation with his elbows.) Guess I'm just pathologically a glass is half-full kind of guy.

submitted 20 hours ago • 0 comments

Fuck it. I'll get it myself, just tell me you have your gun. (He collects himself again -- dusts off his black suit, although it's completely clean.)

submitted 22 hours ago • 0 comments

Thank you, Cuno, (he says with an amused half-smile.)

submitted 1 day ago • 0 comments

(With an agitated gait Satellite-Officer Jean-Heron Vicquemare paces the jetty, 22 kilometres East -- in Martinaise:) What could he possibly be doing there for so long, (he says.)

submitted 1 day ago • 0 comments

Talk to me, superstar. What do you want?

submitted 1 day ago • 0 comments

Wow... You seem stable. And in control. Allow me to say, alcohol really seems to have had a positive effect on you.

submitted 1 day ago • 0 comments

I'm not busy, you're not busy, let's just play around!

submitted 1 day ago • 0 comments

I just need to talk to Harry about some of the things I think he's done wrong lately.

submitted 1 day ago • 0 comments

Actually -- are you? Are you still a cop? There's so much disco going on, it's hard to tell.

submitted 1 day ago • 0 comments

Goddamnit, Harry... (He shifts his weight, crosses his arms, and looks you in the eye.)

submitted 1 day ago • 0 comments

(‟I can't imagine it anymore.”) Neither can I, partner. Neither can I... (His grey eyes suddenly flash above the glass frames. They feel sad.)

submitted 1 day ago • 0 comments

This shit does not leave this room! Not a word of this to the captain or anyone else. We'll give him a couple of days to pull his shit together!

submitted 1 day ago • 0 comments

Do you have any idea how hard the liberals are going to fuck us for this?

submitted 1 day ago • 0 comments

(“Khm... I also started a night club. In the church.”) What? (He cups his ear -- the wind blows.) It sounded like you set up a drug lab!

submitted 1 day ago • 0 comments

Dora something. Dora Ingerlund? (He thinks.) Yeah. You mentioned her name.

submitted 2 days ago • 0 comments

Yes, we can see the jacket. 'Hey everybody -- I'm working undercover in a hard fetish gang. I don't care about anyone or anything.' We've been through this.

submitted 2 days ago • 1 comment

Hard to say which came first -- the middle class chick or the drink? Egg and the chicken kinda thing...

submitted 2 days ago • 0 comments

I knew it. Didn't I tell you, Trant? I told you it was our shitkid.

submitted 2 days ago • 0 comments

Yeaaah... (He's rubbing his chin as he drags out the yeah.) Sort of. Okay. I get the reference. Like after he got run over or something.

submitted 2 days ago • 0 comments

(‟Contact Mike is a reprise of the most inspiring basic sporting principle of open competition! A 5,000-1 rank outsider!”) Oh -- you don't say? (He arches an eyebrow.) Does he also vault an impassible gulf of finance and privilege?

submitted 2 days ago • 0 comments

Okay, superstar. Talk to me, what do you want? You want a pat on the back?

submitted 2 days ago • 0 comments

(Satellite-Officer Jean Vicquemare rushes down the Precinct stairs, umbrella in hand. It's unopened. He doesn't seem pleased about the spring rain.)

submitted 2 days ago • 0 comments

I don't want to. But you discovered a new species. And solved the murder... (He shrugs.) So I have to. Jude?

submitted 2 days ago • 0 comments

Okay, okay! (The man sounds genuinely excited.)

submitted 2 days ago • 0 comments

Okay, why not. Let's do the whole thing over again. We're not wasting time. There is no time!

submitted 2 days ago • 0 comments

You lost your fucking gun!? (He looks around.) I knew it. I knew he lost it. Didn't I tell you? I told you he lost his gun too.

submitted 2 days ago • 0 comments

Oh, I definitely know you from somewhere. (ESPRIT DE CORPS - Another life...)

submitted 3 days ago • 0 comments

We've come to scrape what's left of you off the pavement.

submitted 3 days ago • 0 comments

Fuck it. I'll get it myself, just tell me you have your gun. (He collects himself again -- dusts off his black suit, although it's completely clean.)

submitted 3 days ago • 0 comments

(He's doing a weird dance imitation with his elbows.)

submitted 3 days ago • 0 comments

He can't be a cop, Harry. He's twelve. And he says 'f****t' every four seconds.

submitted 3 days ago • 0 comments

It's a scope. From a gun. Nothing about this even remotely proves the existence of a giant insect. Here's my theory, Harry. You experienced a delirium hallucination. It's typical of cognitive damage. From chronic alcoholism. Which is what you have. So you started seeing shit in the reeds.

submitted 3 days ago • 0 comments

You're not shitting me, Mullen. I can smell it all the way here. The whole town stinks.

submitted 3 days ago • 0 comments

Oh goddamnit, is he fucking kidding?

submitted 3 days ago • 0 comments