Penhaligon: To be left at the airport, Fitz, that's one thing. But to be left by a big, fat, egocentric, middle-aged man, well, that's a different thing altogether.
Fitz: I didn't mind the big.
DS Jimmy Beck: He's throwin' fits, Fitz.
Fitz: I'm in custody, custody.
Teacher: Please don't smoke sir, this is a school.
Fitz: That's where I started.
Fitz: I drink too much, I smoke too much, I gamble too much. I am too much.
Fitz: So - you don't drink, you don't smoke, and you don't gamble. What do you do then? C'mon Michael, there must be something for you to confess! A little wank on the sofa during Baywatch isn't a mortal sin.
Priest: It must be hard to maintain that level of cynicism, Dr. Fitzgerald.
Fitz: Not at all, Father. It must be hard to maintain that level of faith.
