Kimball Cho: What do you need?
Patrick Jane: Backup.
Kimball Cho: I don't like it when you say you need backup and nothing's happened yet.
Mac Taylor: You're not a doctor. You're a murderer with a medical degree.
Admiral Adama: So say we all.
Courage: There's something fishy goin' on here, or my name is Stinky Looloo, and thank goodness it's not.
Christopher Moltisanti: Whatever you do, do not engage Silvio in conversation.
Jack Ryan: I can't go to Yemen!
James Greer: Why not?
Jack Ryan: I'm an analyst. I don't interrogate people, I write reports.
James Greer: Well that's gonna make a doozy. Get on the fuckin' plane.
Megatron: Is there anyone brave - or stupid enough - to oppose us? This city is under martial law... and I am the marshal.
Paul Spector: Art is a lie. Art gives the chaos of the world an order that doesn't exist.
The Way of the Warrior (1) - S4-E1
Julian Bashir: They broke seven of your transverse ribs and fractured your clavicle!
Elim Garak: Ah, but I got off several cutting remarks which no doubt did serious damage to their egos.
Ruth Evershed: Shall I hit him again Adam?
Adam Carter: Only if you want to.
Joey Wheeler, Shadi: Go, Drumsticks.
Mai Valentine: Uh, guys? Joey named his chicken.
Joey Wheeler, Shadi: It's a Nematory, Mai.
Mai Valentine: Whatever.
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.
Michael Westen: You say tomato, I say pimp.
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.
Sloane: Marshall, would you please go back to work?
Agent Marshall Flinkman: Just to clarify, I'm not being fired?
Sloane: Back to work means not fired.
Phillip Broyles: Someone out there is experimenting, only the whole world is their lab.
Voice on Tape: Good morning Mister Phelps.
Father Marcus Keane: The power of Christ compels you.
The Crone: Do I look compelled, man of God?
Hannah: Hey, Alex. What's the matter? I told you I don't bite.
