Yvonne Biasi: Who wants ice cream on their pie? Who wants pie?
Francesco Dellamorte: You and I are both the same. We kill out of indifference, out of love sometimes, but never out of hate. Now I don't know who's dead or alive. I'm sick of killing. So I'm leaving the game, Brother.
Lt. Jake Stone: You arrested a waiter?
Norman Robberson: Jake, he was rude.
Lt. Jake Stone: Norman, you can't arrest people for being rude. If you could, all of New York City would be on Death Row.
Jack Hammond: That's the question on the minds of all your viewers? Whether I run out of gas or not? Tell you what, Jer. You let your viewers know that I hope Miss Voss' fear and my desperation are entertainment enough for them. After all, that is what this is all about, isn't it? The story. As it breaks. Live. Coming to you from the bad guy himself. I mean we wouldn't want your viewers to change the fucking channel, now, would we?
Eddy: Why did it stop?
Rock Reilly: What do I look like, the Amazing Kreskin?
Red Bean's Mother: You ate my chicken ass, now I'm going to eat your ass.
Felicia: Oh, you can't do that with a ping-pong ball.
Bernadette: Do you wanna bet?
Kitty Potter: This is fucking fruitcake time. I mean - is that fashion, is it? I mean is there a message out there? I mean you got lot of naked people wandering around here.
Eva: EW! I am so not letting you eat lizards! From now on you are on a strict "no-yuck" diet.
Raphael: Oh no, he's turning into that opera guy again.
Terry McKay: I guess I'm happy when I don't want to be anywhere else but where I am.
Doug Chesnic: Don't you see? If he is involved, then her life is worthless, you understand? They had to fucking kill her.