Janet Venable: Fuck him.
Martin Vail: Fuck him?
Janet Venable: Fuck you! Thanks a lot.
Joey Pinero: The Archbishop was a close personal friend of Mr. Shaughnessy. He came to me earlier this morning and asked me who was my best man, I said you.
Janet Venable: Thank you. I trust, Mr. Shaughnessy, if I am to prosecute this case, I'll be given the authority which comes with the assignment.
John Shaughnessy: You're the one trying the case, but let's establish one thing at the outset. I want the death penalty.
Jimmy: Are you married?
Wendy Savage: No... but my boyfriend is.
Wendy Savage: Maybe Dad didn't abandon us. Maybe he just forgot who we were.
Joan Berkman: You're calling me a bitch?
Bernard Berkman: How do you know they were both Frank's?
Ms. Lemon: Well, I suppose it's possible other kids are masturbating and spreading their semen around the school as well... It's possible, but, uh, somewhat unlikely.
Bernard Berkman: Oh, it happens, I'm sure, much more than we know.
Joan Berkman: Bernard, have you ever done anything like this?
Bernard Berkman: I'm not going to answer that.
Bernard Berkman: Joan, let me ask you something. All that work I did at the end of our marriage, making dinners, cleaning up, being more attentive. It never was going to make a difference, was it? You were leaving no matter what.
Joan Berkman: You never made a dinner.
Bernard Berkman: I made burgers that time you had pneumonia.
Rebecca Vincent: What are you?
Michelangelo: We're not really into labels.
Leonardo: Some call us freaks... monsters.
Raphael: Let's just say we're four brothers, who hate bullies and love this city.
Terry: Where were you?
Sammy: Nowhere. I had dinner with my boss.
Terry: Kind of a late dinner, ain't it?
Sammy: Yeah. How was Rudy?
Terry: Fine. He's asleep.
Sammy: Did the plumber come?
Terry: Yeah, the fucking plumber came.
Sammy: Terry, just give me a break.
Terry: What's the matter with you?
Sammy: Nothing, I'm just tired.
Terry: Wanna smoke some pot?
Sammy: No I don't... why, you got some?
