Wayne Tarrance: Get me a map of Louisiana. GET ME A MAP of louisiana.
Mitch McDeere: Let me get this straight: you want me to steal files from the firm, turn them over to the FBI, send my colleagues to jail.
Wayne Tarrance: They roped you into this.
Mitch McDeere: Breach attorney-client privilege, thus getting myself disbarred for life, then testify in open court against the Mafia.
Wayne Tarrance: Well, unfortunately, Mitch.
Mitch McDeere: Let me ask you something: are you out of your fucking mind?
McKnight: He lied about his brother.
Avery Tolar: Wouldn't you lie about having a felon in the family to get a job like this?
Bill DeVasher: He ought to be kept on a short leash.
Avery Tolar: Why? You've got nothing to be suspicious about.
Bill DeVasher: I get paid to be suspicious when I've got nothing to be suspicious about.
Wayne Tarrance: How about you get down on your knees and kiss my ass for not indicting you as a co-conspirator right now, you chickenshit little Harvard cocksucker?
Mitch McDeere: I haven't done anything, and you know it.
Wayne Tarrance: Who gives a fuck? I'm a federal agent! You know what that means, you lowlife motherfucker? It means you've got no rights, your life is mine! I could kick your teeth down your throat and yank 'em out your asshole, and I'm not even violating your civil rights.
Mitch McDeere: Are you saying my life is in danger?
Denton Voyles: I am saying that your life as you know it is over.
Mitch McDeere: What led you to law school?
Avery Tolar: It's so far back I don't think I can remember.
Mitch McDeere: Sure you can, Counsellor.
Avery Tolar: I used to caddy for lawyers and their wives on summer weekends. I looked at those long tan legs and just knew I had to be a lawyer. The wives had long tan legs, too.
Wayne Tarrance: Man, I don't understand you. What'd you do it for? You didn't win a thing.
Mitch McDeere: Oh, yes I did. I won my life back. you don't run me, and they don't run me.