The Captain: Jeb McAllister it ends here.
Roy: Monk.
Roy: Who walks out into the cold, in December, in Chicago, without his coat?
Monk: I ain't good at riddles.
Lo'ak: What happened? Why are you alone?
Payakan: It's too painful.
Sara: We have a BOGO in our boring section!
Zipper: Dale, old chum, the sight of you sets my heart aglow.
James: How did he do it?
Mike: What do you mean? He died in his sleep.
Vick Wallinger: We cannot afford the embarrassment of a prosecution. I need to know the man I send can do what's necessary.
Henry Pelham: You gonna say it?
Vick Wallinger: No, Henry, I'm not.
Elvis Cooney: What kind of a B-grade movie is this? (01:17:02)
Constable Stalker: Stop in the name of the Law.
Six: We need a ride. I call 'not trunk'.
Gellert Grindelwald: Our war with the muggles begins today.
Abby: Mine called it stripper music! What's wrong with that?
Mason: You are a fucking drug dealer or a history teacher? You hypocrite motherfucker.
Pettis: Why am I hypocrite? Because I make money the same way white folks do?
Dustin Mulray: I don't like it. Stop being Bennedict Cumberbatch.
Ohga: Oh, my.
Cope: I have a lump on my abdomen. You see it? Picasso? Duchamp? Francis Bacon, perhaps? Am I an artist?
Timlin: He takes the rebellion of his own body and seizes control of it. Shapes it, tattoos it, displays it, creates theater out of it. It has meaning, very potent meaning, and many, many people respond to it.
Joe: How did you get your start?
Norma Jeane: What start?
Joe: In movies.
Norma Jeane: I guess I was discovered.
Linda: I'll never get over the fact that you grew up like this.
Jason: My therapist says I'll never get over it either.