Det. Supt. Peter Boyd: I'll have to have a word with you, please.
Jacqueline Wright: We're going to Longleat.
Det. Supt. Peter Boyd: I'm afraid the lions will have to wait.
DCI Jack Meadows: So, d'ya fancy a drink?
DI Samantha Nixon: Yeah.
DCI Jack Meadows: Shall we ask the Super?
DI Samantha Nixon: Nah.
Sgt. Joe Friday: All we know are the facts, ma'am.
Operation: Broken Feather - S1-E15
Adam Sandler: This is terrible, you don't know what you're doing.
Jake Peralta: Adam Sandler?
Adam Sandler: Yeah, that's right. I collect antiquities. I'm a serious person. I'm writing a movie right now, about the Russian revolution.
Jake Peralta: Oh, really? Who does Kevin James play in it?
Adam Sandler: Ha ha. It's a serious movie...Trotsky.
Jake Peralta: Ah, there it is.
Adam Sandler: But he's got a wife who never wears a bra. [To the guy next to him] I think you're going to like it.
Jake Peralta: Thanks for dressing up, by the way.
Staff Sgt. Boyko: Serve, protect and don't screw up.
Non-Descript Character: Where do you worship?
Dwight 'The General' Manfredi: I really don't go to church.
Woody: The nun had a baby? How could that be?
Jordan: She's a woman first, nun second.
Terry Colby: If you want to change things, perhaps you should try from within, because this is what happens from the outside.
Vicki Vale: Will you do me a favor?
Batman: Certainly.
Vicki Vale: I'm going to have dinner with Bruce Wayne, will you join us?
Batman: That's very nice of you.
Vicki Vale: Then you'll come?
Batman: Of course.
Jessica Jones: Nice ears.
Daredevil: They're horns.
Vivian Blackadder: Amad bin Atwa supplied money and explosives to Hasan Mohammed, who executed the attack on the Cole. They're an all-Jihad team that's been together for nine years. If Bin Atwa gives up Hasan, I want in on the kill.
Gibbs: We're not tasked with capturing Hasan Mohammed.
Vivian Blackadder: Gibbs, my brother died on the Cole.
Gibbs: I know that.
Vivian Blackadder: Then get me in on this!
Gibbs: You're not here to use NCIS as your personal instrument of revenge. You get your head around this murder case, or you pull your tailored suit out of mothballs and you march your butt right back to the J. Edgar Hoover Building.
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.