Detective Arango: Hey McCaleb! We don't need your doughnuts... or your shit! We've got enough of our own.
Barry: I wanted to ask you something because you're a doctor... I don't like myself sometimes. Can you help me?
Walter: Barry, I'm a dentist. What kind of help do you think I could give you?
Raymond: Here is to being the only one.
Mrs. Mimi Jared: And what classes are you taking... Dick?
Dick: Ummm, gangbang 101, Freebase Tutorial, and Oral Sex Workshop.
Marco Zuluaga: Love is the saddest thing when it goes away, as a song by Jobim goes.
Tim: Are you with me here, altar boy?
Monroe Hutchens: He's a fighter, I'm a fighter, if I'm better on that day, I win. That's just the way it goes. Someday, every fighter loses. Sooner or later, somebody comes along and they got your ticket. Too old, just wasn't your day, whatever the reason is. In the end, everybody gets beaten. The most you can hope for is that you stay on top a while. Be the best.
Sgt. David Tate: Don't call me 'sir', all right? I'm a sergeant, I work for a living.
Jim Byrd: You're 32 years old, and you've achieved nothing. Jesus Christ was dead and alive again by 33. You better get crackin'.
Jakob Elinsky: Jesus Christ.
Frank Slaughtery: Yeah.
Jakob Elinsky: Yeah, the New York Times says the air is bad down here.
Frank Slaughtery: Well, fuck the Times... I read the Post.
Frank Slaughtery: EPA says it's fine.
Jakob Elinsky: Well, somebody's lying.
Mr. O'Connor: You've got no home. You have no mother. You got no father. You killed us, you slut. You killed us both.
Hinh: Sooner or later, Mr. Fowler, one has to take sides, if one is to remain human.
Mrs. Cartwright: What sorts of things are we supposed to notice?
Det. Martin Van Zandt: Nothing. You're just her parents.
Virginia Woolf: I am attended by doctors. Everywhere. I am attended by doctors who inform me of my own interests.
Richard Roth: Hi. Richard Roth. Don't call me 'Dick'.
Robert Wiener: Robert Wiener. Don't call me 'Dick', either.
Milan: One guy can't take two on, except in the movies.