Buddy: [Answering the phone.] Buddy the Elf, what's your favourite colour?
Buddy: What's your favorite color?
Nick Halsey: You know they say that the dining room is the least utilized room in the house? I think it's the front lawn. It's staring to look good, don't you think?
Frank Garcia: Do you know the success rate for marriage when one person gets sobers, and the other one doesn't?
Nick Halsey: Is it higher than the suicide rate for cops?
Nick Halsey: You need to put up some curtains.
Samantha: Why? So I don't have some drunk staring at me all day?
Nick Halsey: No so you don't have to look at your future.
Nick Halsey: I don't think it's right to make a decision like that without having authentic Mexican food. Have you had an authentic Mexican meal in Arizona?
Kenny Loftus: Your momma is so fat, you have to roll her in flour, then dive for the wet spot.
Nick Halsey: Do you know what that means?
Kenny Loftus: No.
Nick Halsey: Yeah, maybe don't tell that one.
Darnell Lewis: We do this, we do this hard!
James King: I can get hard.
Darnell Lewis: When life throws you Dick you make Dick-ade!
James King: Dick-ade doesn't sound like a significant improvement over dick.
Dr. Grace Hart: Shall we begin the autopsy? Dr. Grace Hart.
Watson: A woman doctor?
Holmes: Impossible. Fortunately we have a real doctor here.
Watson: Would you like some heroin?
Scott Johansen: Eat her fucking face off, Martha. (00:31:57)
Frank: Are you guys familiar with the cliché, 'It's a cliché because it's true'? Well, that cliché about clichés being true has never more true than right now with the cliché, 'The house always wins.'
Scott Johansen: What? (00:17:17)
Phil Weston: I am angry. I'm like a large tornado of anger, swirling about.
Buck Weston: You know how hard it's been for me ever since your mom died.
Phil Weston: She didn't die! She divorced you.
Buck Weston: Ehh... tomatoes, tomahtoes.
Phil Weston: I was born a baby, a blank slate. I thought I was in control of my own destiny, and then I met my dad.
Phil Weston: Are you a robot-woman? Are you a robot?
Barbara Weston: I am not a robot.
Neighbor: Shut UP OUT there.
Phil Weston: You shut UP in there.
Phil Weston: Every time you say something back to me, it makes me love you more.
Buck Weston: Heh.
Phil Weston: OK, you caught me. The finches were a bad idea. And I wasn't gonna say anything, but I think some of them may have salmonella. A fair amount, in fact. I may have inadvertently poisoned your children.
Ann Hogan: You ease up on him.
Phil Weston: You ease up on that corduroy jacket of yours!
