Richard: You can't get fingerprints off skin.
Justin: You can with a magna brush, or a print camera, or an iodine gun and silver transfer sheets.
Cassie: Richard, what are you doing here?
Richard: What are you doing here? Do you want something?
Cassie: Like what?
Richard: I don't know... Everybody wants something.
Cassie: Is that right?
Richard: They just don't know how to ask for it.
Cassie: And what do you want?
Cassie: You get one life, and whatever you do with it, and whatever is done to you, you've got to face that. You can't pretend it didn't happen.
Justin: All real freedom risks crime. Indeed, freedom is crime, because it thinks first of itself and not of the group.
Cassie: It's a freakin' baboon hair.
Sam: He doesn't fit the profile.
Cassie: The profile doesn't fit the profile.
Richard: Please, that chick spreads like peanut butter.
Justin: I enjoy taking indefensible positions and creating an argument for them.
Justin: We have to pay for what we did.
Richard: Man cannot live freely without embracing suicide and crime.
Justin: A pact made with relentless fire that says, while some live, others must die.
Cassie: Fine then, what do you want?
Sam: Right now? This.
Cassie: What's this smell like to you?
Cap. Rod Cody: Smells like vomit.
Cassie: Bag some up and send it to the lab.
Cap. Rod Cody: You're supposed to identify yourself with the murderer, not the victim.
Richard: I'm the only person who really cares about you... You know, I think I'm the only person who sees how incredible you really are.