Captain Howdy: So much flesh...so little time.
David Leigh, The Filmmaker: At 10 PM, in what will be the last broadcast, Fact or Fiction goes live.
Kurt Dussander: Boy, be careful. You play with fire.
General Copperfield: The first thing we'd like to know is what we're dealing with: Biological, chemical, or other.
Sheriff Bryce Hammond: ...Well, I'm leaning towards "other."
Wei: Do not confuse luck with skill.
Sid: I'm no role model. I'm a junkie and a thief.
Debbie Strand: No means no. Don't you guys get that? What is it, you stop understanding English when you get a hard-on?
Daphne Blake: What I need is a real, live ghost.
Velma Dinkley: That's an oxymoron, Daph.
Laura Franklin: Sky Atlantic 62, Phoenix Tower. Captain, you need to do a 360.
Pilot: Damn it tower, do you know it costs this airline two grand in fuel every time we circle?
Laura Franklin: Sky Atlantic 62, give me four thousand dollars worth.
Jason: I guess he's still in the slammer.
Claudia: In the slammer?
Jason: Yeah, the sculptor across the way beat up his wife last night.
Claudia: You're kidding.
Antonio: Jason sicced the cops on him.
Claudia: Oh, so this isn't just cheap thrills. It's in the public interest.
Jason: Call me citizen voyeur.
Claudia: So, if he gonna come after you?
Jason: No, I don't think so. He doesn't know I called the cops, and I didn't give my name to 911.
Special Agent Fox Mulder: After what you saw last night, after all you've seen, you can just walk away?
Special Agent Dana Scully: I have. I did. It's done.
Sam: Kelly Van Ryan is accusing me of rape.
Kenneth Bowden: Kelly Van Ryan? As in Sandra Van Ryan?
Sam: As in, I'm fucked.
Morgan's hitman: You've got two choices. Give us the disk and jump off.
Morgan's Hitman: Or number two, we take the disk and throw you off.
Who Am I?: I like the third choice: I keep the disk, and I throw you both off.
Jack Ames: Fuck you.
Harry Ross: Just me? Not the horse I rode in on?
Jack Ames: Him too.
William Riker: We're through running from these bastards!
Kevin Dunne: Don't give me that wounded look. You haven't got the face for it.
Steven: How's that for wet work?
Lawson Russell: Drink, detective?
Clifford Dubose: Nah. Never touch it. Makes me happy.
Dr. Smith: Never trust anyone, especially me.