Detective Marcus Burnett: I'mma penetrate this man's soul wit my heart.
Detective Mike Lowrey: What?
Swin: Excuse me, ma'am? Do you happen to know where the radishes are?
Lady: I don't know, with the vegetables I guess. That's an educated guess.
Swin: [chuckles] New in town, name's Swin.
Lady: Oh, your name's about as dumb as mine. Johnna.
Swin: Pleasure. Really, no tellin' how long I'll be in the area. Yeah, I'm a freelance government auditor. Let's get this courtship underway.
Johnna: I'm on shift tonight.
Swin: What about tomorrow night?
Johnna: Church.
Swin: I'm actually working - did you say Church?
Johnna: Yeah, you should try it sometime.
Swin: I have. We all have.
Johnna: Well, try again. Maybe it'll stick. [Pushes her cart away and Swin chuckles. Swin catches up to Johnna loading groceries into her trunk] Can I help you with something?
Swin: What about Saturday?
Johnna: This is creepy. The radishes and then this following me out to my car. You're... You're just creepy.
Swin: Do you like creepy? (00:14:25)
Robert: This is really bad. Once your face is in their system they got you. Fines, 401k, home equity. But maybe you want all that. I don't know. Me, I prefer to just skim.
Old Dolio: So do I.
Robert: Do you? Oh, that's interesting. Because most people want to be Kajillionaires. That's the dream. That's how they get you hooked. Hooked on sugar. Hooked on caffeine. Ha, ha, ha. Cry, cry, cry.
Enola Holmes: When looking to travel incognito, it's safest to travel as a widow. People are always anxious to avoid conversation about death. Widows scare them. And there's no better disguise than fear.
Roman Lunyov: I don't like getting angry.
Bobbi: You should choose carefully what you tell me, Ava, because you can't un-say it, and I can't un-hear it.
Johnny: You want to go back to prison? Over a fucking swamp animal? You know, this is what happens when people spend too much time in Florida. They turn into fucking hillbillies.
Harley Quinn: I am so fucking over clowns.
Danny Holledge: Fucking roaches... I'd rather be shot at.
Elena McMahon: In a perfect world we make perfect choices. In the real world we make real choices.