Bookstore owner: You're the D.A..
Nick Styles: Wrong! They fired me. As a private citizen I can kick anybody's ass I want to.
Parole Board Official: The parole board's ready, Blake. I hope you remembered to floss.
Parole Board Official: I did! With your wife's pubic hair.
Book Man: You! You're a cop, you gotta help me.
Det. Larry Doyle: Sorry, mein fuhrer, I'm off duty.
Earl Talbot Blake: I mean, there we were, both of us... at the beginning of our careers. Then all of a sudden, one of us... took off! Lit up the sky like a meteor. And why? Because he met the other.
Nick Styles: If that's how you treat your friends, Blake, I'm glad we're enemies.