Stanley Goodspeed: Well, I'm one of those fortunate people who like my job, sir. Got my first chemistry set when I was seven, blew my eyebrows off, we never saw the cat again, been into it ever since.
[Mason starts rolling under the furnace.]
Lieutenant Shepard: Where'd you dig up this guy?
Stanley Goodspeed: That's classified.
Stanley Goodspeed: What do you say we cut the chit chat, A-hole! You almost got me killed twice, and my jaw hurts like hell.
John Mason: Good.
Kevin Dunne: I was three feet away from a known terrorist, and I had my eyes buried in some broad's tits.
Rick Santoro: Well, Kevin, this may not make you feel better, but don't you see? That's what she was there for. That was the plan. To give you a boner. And you got one. Congratulations, you're human.
Julia: Look, I'm sorry.
Rick Santoro: Who gives a shit if you're sorry?
Julia: What are you mad at me for?
Rick Santoro: Because I didn't have to know! You decided to have this problem, not me! My world would've gone on turning just fine, but now, either way I look, I have to do something that I don't wanna do. Do you I understand, I do not wanna do this.
Rick Santoro: Well, fuck you.
Rick Santoro: Who the hell do you think you are, lady? Sticking your nose in where it doesn't belong. You were a number cruncher. Just crunch the goddamn numbers.
Edward Snowden: So, you're, um, an engineer?
Hank Forrester: Am I an engineer? Instructor and counselor, too. I'm supposed to keep an eye on you CTs, make sure you don't buckle under the pressure. Turn to drugs and booze.
Edward Snowden: Well, you won't have that problem with me. I don't drink or do drugs.
Hank Forrester: What is your sin of choice?
Edward Snowden: Uh, computers.
Hank Forrester: Well, then, Snowden, you've come to the right little whorehouse.
Dave Stutler: I'm afraid of flying on planes!
Balthazar Blake: Well, today's your lucky day 'cause I brought an eagle.
Balthazar Blake: You're a bad liar, Dave. That's good.
Spider-Man Noir: Hey, fellas.
Miles Morales: Is he in black and white?
Peter B. Parker: Where is that wind coming from? We're in a basement.
Spider-Man Noir: Wherever I go, the wind follows. And the wind... smells like rain.
Alison: I'll call a hazmat team.
Will Montgomery: Huh, why?
Alison: You're cooking again.
Bill Firpo: In the Firpo family, the man with half a brain is king.
Bill Firpo: What are you doing?
Alvin Firpo: You do what you do, I do what I do.
Bill Firpo: Well. That enhances my state of security.
Bill Firpo: I've got a feeling you're not telling me something.
Dave Firpo: Well this feeling you're getting is paranoia.
Alvin Firpo: Hey, let's just go.
Hattie Anderson: Do you really want to do this?
Bill Firpo: Do what?
Hattie Anderson: You know rob the bank.
Dave Firpo: Absolutely! We have thought this over and we've made a decision.
Hattie Anderson: But on Christmas Eve, it just doesn't seem right. You're going to ruin the winter fest.
Bill Firpo: The winter fest? I've got a gun and your talking about the winter fest. Well who are you?
