Nick Halloway: Now you listen to me, you son of a bitch. I've lost everything but my soul, and you're not going to take that away from me.
Helen Knable: Dynamite. He's going to hit me with a train and blow me up? ROY.
Insp. Y.K. Chen: Are you unhappy?
Uncle Bill: I'd be happier if the Commissioner did it himself.
Insp. Y.K. Chen: Aren't we very mean?
Uncle Bill: A little bit, but you more than I.
Insp. Y.K. Chen: Why's that?
Uncle Bill: Because you're my superior.
Peter Hoskins: What goes into one, Rita? A Long Island Iced Tea?
Rita Boyle: I'm sorry darling, I've forgotten.
Peter Hoskins: What, do you have it all written down behind the bar or something?
Rita Boyle: I'm on vacation.
Peter Hoskins: So you can't remember a drink recipe for something that I would like to order?
Rita Boyle: Peter, you're doing it again. You take a perfect situation and you pee all over it.
Mahi Mahi: Chief Orman have pretty big influence around here.
Jack Singer: Influence? He lives in a shack.
Sidney Deane: Can anybody step in for this guy? Anybody? For Mr. Motherfucking March of Dimes?
Bonnie Sherow: How could you let him sell you out? What about truth? Reality?
Tom Oakley: What about the way the old ending tested in Canoga Park? Everybody hated it. We reshot it, now everybody loves it. - That's reality.
Jack Eliot: We're not athletes, we're baseball players.
Daniel: Do you ever feel lost?
Claire Cooper: I invented it. It's mine.
Volare: Do you realise what I was doing at the age of seven?
Roland T. Flakfizer: I can imagine and you must be thankful you didn't go blind.
Volare: I was dancing professionally.
Roland T. Flakfizer: Whatever you call it. Flogging the carrot, polishing the cuestick, choking the chicken, clearing the snorkel.