Denny Blood: Oi, posh bitch. Is "arseholes" all one word?
Monica Lindsey: No, it's hyphenated. As in "arse-licker"
Kessler: Who are you?
Remington Steele: Just a happy go lucky tourist out to see a bit of the world.
Neff: Is that why you've got five passports, from five different countries, in five different names?
Remington Steele: Kept trying for a good picture.
Hairdresser: Shouldn't I have a lawyer?
Brenda Leigh Johnson: You could call a lawyer... but if you do I'll tear this custody agreement into little pieces and Dean will walk away with your baby the minute it's born.
Robert T. Ironside: I... like... burned toast.
Ike Evans: This will, get ugly.
Harvey Leek: Nash, the most high-tech thing on this computer is the flying toaster screen saver.
Gerry Standing: Will you stop creeping up on me.
Brian Lane: I don't creep, I glide.
Lester Nygaard: Aw, heck.
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 Garrett: Over 68 million Americans leave the safety of our borders every year. If danger strikes, the FBI's International Response Team is called into action.
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.
Franky Doyle: I don't eat sausage, I'm vagitarian.
Christine Cagney: That is one tough lady.
Mary Beth Lacey: I don't understand how she can live with it.
Christine Cagney: Forget it Mary Beth.
Mary Beth Lacey: No, I can't forget it Christine. See, I go home every night and no matter how bad a day it was, I think, well at least we took a little inch of crud off the city. I mean, of course, it'll be back tomorrow, but at least we're treading water. You know what I feel like right now? I feel like the crud is winning.
The Woodsman: This is the water. And this is the well. Drink full and descend. The horse is the white of the eyes and dark within.
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.
Gene Hunt: Fire up the Quattro!
Terry McGinnis: Look, if you had any proof they were going to do something, it would be different. But I'm not going to change my plans because of a hunch.
Bruce Wayne: Batman would.
Terry McGinnis: Hey, I put my life on the line all the time. One night isn't going to make any difference.
Bruce Wayne: One night always makes the difference.
