Narrator: Another challenge for the Green Hornet, his aide Kato, and their rolling arsenal, the Black Beauty. On Police records a wanted criminal, Green Hornet is really Britt Reid, owner-publisher of the Daily Sentinel, his dual identity known only to his secretary and to the district attorney. And now, to protect the rights and lives of decent citizens, rides THE green hornet."
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.
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.
Jack Hudson: Yes Miles, if you're right, you can say you told me so. And I know you will in that special way that makes us all love you so.
Mortician: Do you wish to exhume all the plots?
Raylan: Just the two, my parents.
Mortician: How about the manner in which they were buried?
Raylan: I wasn't around, but I guarantee he put her in the cheapest piece of shit available.
Mortician: And him?
Raylan: I put him in the cheapest piece of shit available.
Gene Hunt: Fire up the Quattro!
Episode #1.3 - S1-E3
Kate: You wouldn't have a problem if this was your daughter?
Jack: She's not my daughter!
Kate: She's someone's daughter.
Jack: Every woman I've ever had sex with was someone's daughter, it's never stopped me from playing daddy.
Kate: Urgh.
Jack: I think that might have come out wrong.
Kate: OK, if your daughter was a stripper.
Jack: Why is my daughter a stripper?!
Kate: Ah, so you would mind!
Jack: What if your son...was a rapist?
Kate: How is that relevant?!
Jack: You started it.
Kate: I want you to acknowledge how you'd feel if your daughter made her living by having men leering at her.
Jack: OK, how would you feel if your rapist son attacked my stripper daughter, threw acid in her face, she's disfigured for life, can't even work!
Kate: I wouldn't defend him.
Jack: Your own son?! Some mother you'd be.
Steve McGarrett: Let me ask you something. How deep did you have to dig? I mean, how much of your soul did you just lose by actually appreciating me?
Comtessa Raffaella Pecci Scialoia: I'm so scared of death... It's always so... unexpected.
Shane Vendrell: The truth is like grits, you can't serve it up plain, you got to put a little salt on it.
Terror on Dinosaur Island! - S1-E2
Plastic Man: Are you seeing what I'm seeing? 'Cause I'm seeing gorillas riding pterodactyls with harpoon guns stealing a boat.
Frost: Yeah, well, I just wish Horn-rimmed Harry would be a little more choosy about his jargon. I mean anyone who spends all day with their pen stuck up their a-aah, there you are, sir.
Moreno: Did you sleep with her?
Eddie Torres: I don't think you would call what we did sleeping.
Detective Ani Bezzerides: Maybe, and this is just a thought, maybe you were put on this earth for more than fucking.
Vera Machiado: Everything is fucking.
Ron Carter: In light of the severity of these crimes, we ask for remand, your honor.
Ms. O'Brien: In light of the weakness of their evidence, remand is absurd.
Ron Carver: The evidence past mustard with the grand jury.
Ms. O'Brien: Oh right, was my client indicted before or after the ham sandwich?
Bobby Donnell: It's better that ten guilty men go free, than one innocent man suffer.
Brian Peluso: You are gorgeous, absolutely, unequivocally, unrelentingly, gorgeous. With a perfect, I repeat perfect, body.
