Raif Bentley: You know, I'm not a violent man but I really do think I'm going to have to kill someone here.
Zack: Relax, mister. I've seen worse faces at the coroner's.
Spawn: Thanks, kid. That makes me feel much better.
Yaz: What's wrong with my clothes?
Jack Quinn: You look like a carrot with earrings.
Lt. Aldo Hines: Here's who you're dealing with: male Caucasian, 35, well educated, raised by his aunt who mysteriously disappeared when he was 16, has raped and strangled five women, escaped when being transported to San Quentin.
Ace Levy: Don't worry, you still got me to kick around.
Shen Yuelin: You come from a country where the infant mortality rate is higher than ours.
Jack Moore: The reason you know that is we don't delete the records.
Katherine: Oh my god.
Martin Bells: This just doesn't happen! This is not happening! Cray, why are you doing this? What the hell are you doing?
Inspector Thomas Cray: Stop asking for the "how" and "why" Martin.
Sergeant James Dunn: You live alone?
Dr. Victoria Constantini: No, I, I have a boyfriend. He's a cop.
Sergeant James Dunn: You don't have a boyfriend.
Dr. Victoria Constantini: How do you know?
Sergeant James Dunn: There's five empty buckets of Häagen-Dazs in your trash, your legs are stubbly and your hair color needs a touch-up.
Andy McDermott: Great. Come to Paris and check out les drains.