Sins of the Fathers Chapter 9: Tombstone - S3-E9
Tombstone: Come down here and fight like a man.
Spider-Man: I don't suppose I could convince you to come up here and fight like a spider.
Jim Reed: You just have to know how to arrest them and still make them like you. We call it technique.
Jerry Edgar: Golf is a great sport.
Harry Bosch: Golf is not a great sport. If you can smoke and drink while doing it, it's not a sport.
Agent Devlin: Everybody's got a theory on the increasing violence in our society.
Agent Emmerich: My wife thinks it's the artificial hormones in beef.
Agent Devlin: What's your take?
Frank Black: I don't think it's the beef.
Police officer: It's police policy not to waste resources looking for a missing person in the first 24 hours because they usually show up on their own, and after 24 hours, if they're still missing, it usually means they're dead and we don't look for them that hard then either.
Veronica: That guy's too big, that guy's too small, and that guy's... not a guy. Just in desperate need of a stylist.
Robert T. Ironside: I... like... burned toast.
Kojak: You can't corrupt it. And you know why? Because to corrupt it, you've got to show how corrupt you really are.
Gerry Standing: Will you stop creeping up on me.
Brian Lane: I don't creep, I glide.
Kevin Keller: Can I borrow the truck for the drive-in?
Sherrif Keller: You got a date?
Kevin Keller: No, I'm going with Veronica.
Sherrif Keller: Ah okay. Isn't there a nice gay kid at your school?
Kevin Keller: Yes, there is. Me.
Sherrif Keller: Alright. No cruising guys tonight. We both know what goes in those woods.
Kevin Keller: Oh my God, dad.
Narrator: This was part of a foreign land, transplanted bodily to America and known as Little Tokyo. Since a wise government rounded up the immoral hoods, it has become virtually a ghost street, where only one business survives, eking out a precarious existence on the dimes of curiosity-seekers.
Jack Malone: According to the groom, she was an angel.
Martin: I guess love is blind. And deaf. And very, very dumb.
Jack Malone: Spoken like a true romantic.
Lois Lane: Eureka.
Don Eppes: Dad, sorry, we gotta go.
Alan Eppes: Sure, right. Couldn't get any worse.
Don Eppes: Listen: alcohol. Lots of alcohol.
Alan Eppes: For who?
Det. Sgt. Christine Cagney #2: I'm being quiet now, that means it's your turn to talk.
Mary Beth Lacey: I'm trying to think of what to say.
Sebastian Stark: When I want your opinion, I'll stop ice skating in hell and ask for it.
Penhaligon: To be left at the airport, Fitz, that's one thing. But to be left by a big, fat, egocentric, middle-aged man, well, that's a different thing altogether.
Fitz: I didn't mind the big.
DS Ellie Miller: Most people have a moral compass.
DI Alec Hardy: Compasses break.