Hank Moody: You're so beautiful you're almost ugly.
John Bacchus: You're under arrest.
George Gently: He's under arrest, when I say he is.
Sarah Walker: Come any closer, I shoot.
John Casey: You shoot him, I shoot you, I leave both your bodies here and go out for a late night snack. I'm thinking maybe pancakes.
Michael Westen: You say tomato, I say pimp.
Narrator: The Pie Maker had grown accustomed to the feeling his heart made when it looked out his eyes and saw her sleeping in the next bed.
Chris Miles: Last night man, cool. Total blast. Everything you could ever want from an evening. Songs, choir girls, colourful costumes, fellatio... rabbits.
Queen Katherine: He will tire of you, like all the others.
Anne Boleyn: And what if he does not?
Thug: So... I'm... I think I want it in missionary? I think? Well.
Belle: Are you nervous?
Thug: Yeah.
Belle: Don't be. Spit it out your desires. Be free. I'm all yours tonight. Do me what you want.
Thug: Allright. I want to fuck you with my cock until you cum. I wanna put a dynamite to your pussy and make you explode with orgasm! I wanna fuck you from behind and eat your shit! I want you to suck my coc.
Belle: OK! I got it! Well... How about we start from the fucking me from behind?
Pete Campbell: A thing like that.
Dr. Naomi Bennett: I wish I was a little bit more like you.
Dr. Addison Montgomery: What an adulterous bitch who forgot to have kids?