Carmen: You wanna cover Brooklyn, then cover Brooklyn! But let me tell you something, you can't cover Brooklyn from a barstool in Manhattan.
Henry: Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me.
Michael McDougal: This is great! This is great! It writes like butter. I mean, there is actual butter coming out of my pen.
Alicia: You... are... so... fucking... fired.
Henry: Sometimes you can just smell a horrendously shitty day on the way, can't you?
Alicia: We're not exactly the Washington Post, okay?
Michael McDougal: No, we're not. We run stupid headlines because we think they're funny. We run maimings on the front page because we got good art. And I spend three weeks bitching about my car because it sells papers. But at least it's the truth. As far as I can remeber we never ever, ever knowingly got a story wrong, until tonight.
Bernie: You got a cop quote?
Henry: A what?
Bernie: Quote. You know, they talk, you write, we print?
Henry: What if these aren't the guys? What if they're innocent?
Alicia: Taint them today, we make them look good on Saturday. Everybody's happy.
Henry: Wait. This is a story that could permanently alter the public's perception of two teenagers who might be innocent and as a weekend bonus, ignite another race war. How about that? Think about this.