Luther Whitney: I've got to go have my pacemaker checked, it has been so exciting talking to you.
Luther Whitney: Remember, tomorrow is promised to no-one.
Seth Frank: You know who did it, don't you?
Luther Whitney: So do you. Check your phones.
Kate Whitney: But then you go to the police. That's what innocent people do. They go to the police.
Luther Whitney: Sure. And that young man who was just here, he'd believe me over the President, wouldn't he?
Kate Whitney: Well, why should I believe you?
Luther Whitney: Because I swear to you, Kate. I swear to you on Mattie's grave. Yeah, that's right. Your mother's grave, I'd kill myself before I lied about that.
Kate Whitney: Oh Jesus, Luther.
Luther Whitney: Yeah, I know.
Luther Whitney: I'm your substitute driver tonight, Mr. Sullivan.
Orville Boggs: He killed two men last year.
Philo Beddoe: No. Only one.
Orville Boggs: So what? The other guy's lying someplace with nothin' below the neck but memories.
Philo Beddoe: A hand out is what you get from the government, a hand up is what you get from a friend.
Orville Boggs: Philo... Jordan said he'd give us 200 big ones if we scrap that Merc for him.
Philo Beddoe: Great. Clyde? Scrap the Merc.
Orville Boggs: Come on, Clyde! You got work to do.
Buddy Noone: This goes on any longer, I want a raise.
Terry McCaleb: How 'bout Workman's Comp?
Buddy Noone: Who wants to go to the desert anyway?
Terry McCaleb: You go where the clues lead.
Buddy Noone: Don't they ever lead to the beach?
Terry McCaleb: If you can't protect the integrity of the system, then there is no system.
Terry McCaleb: Remember how you said I was your friend, and I could tell you the truth? Well I don't need you at all.
Robert Kincaid: This kind of certainty comes but once in a lifetime.
Julie: Let me consult my files. I only handle young single girls.
Coogan: Yeah... me too.
Coogan: Put your pants on, Chief.
Mike Milo: What's the Spanish word for "irony"?
Harry Callahan: Oh you can set yourself into a bonfire and we'll break out the marshmallows and the weenies but you ain't gonna be on News at Eleven.
Capt. Donnelly: 13,453 dollars and 63 cents. That's how much an unmarked squad car costs this department. That's the third goddamned car you trashed this month.
Harry Callahan: Lou Janero.
Capt. Donnelly: What?
Harry Callahan: It's his men who shot up the car, why don't you send him the bill?
