80's Batman: This isn't a mudhole. It's an operating table. And I'm the surgeon.
Moreno: Did you sleep with her?
Eddie Torres: I don't think you would call what we did sleeping.
School Days - S1-E3
Max: When the moon is full, the tide is high.
Old Lady: You must want the spy school, that's next door.
Operation: Broken Feather - S1-E15
Adam Sandler: This is terrible, you don't know what you're doing.
Jake Peralta: Adam Sandler?
Adam Sandler: Yeah, that's right. I collect antiquities. I'm a serious person. I'm writing a movie right now, about the Russian revolution.
Jake Peralta: Oh, really? Who does Kevin James play in it?
Adam Sandler: Ha ha. It's a serious movie...Trotsky.
Jake Peralta: Ah, there it is.
Adam Sandler: But he's got a wife who never wears a bra. [To the guy next to him] I think you're going to like it.
Jake Peralta: Thanks for dressing up, by the way.
Staff Sgt. Boyko: Serve, protect and don't screw up.
Jack Malone: According to the groom, she was an angel.
Martin: I guess love is blind. And deaf. And very, very dumb.
Jack Malone: Spoken like a true romantic.
Vicki Vale: Will you do me a favor?
Batman: Certainly.
Vicki Vale: I'm going to have dinner with Bruce Wayne, will you join us?
Batman: That's very nice of you.
Vicki Vale: Then you'll come?
Batman: Of course.
Jessica Jones: Nice ears.
Daredevil: They're horns.
Det. Supt. Peter Boyd: I'll have to have a word with you, please.
Jacqueline Wright: We're going to Longleat.
Det. Supt. Peter Boyd: I'm afraid the lions will have to wait.
Smitty: Why are you guys always coming to me with this shit?
Vic Mackey: Because you're the last honest guy we know.
Robert T. Ironside: I... like... burned toast.
Kojak: You can't corrupt it. And you know why? Because to corrupt it, you've got to show how corrupt you really are.
Gerry Standing: Will you stop creeping up on me.
Brian Lane: I don't creep, I glide.
Lester Nygaard: Aw, heck.
Narrator: This was part of a foreign land, transplanted bodily to America and known as Little Tokyo. Since a wise government rounded up the immoral hoods, it has become virtually a ghost street, where only one business survives, eking out a precarious existence on the dimes of curiosity-seekers.
Frost: Yeah, well, I just wish Horn-rimmed Harry would be a little more choosy about his jargon. I mean anyone who spends all day with their pen stuck up their a-aah, there you are, sir.
Lois Lane: Eureka.