Rod Williams: I mean, I told you not to go in that house.
Chris Washington: How you find me?
Rod Williams: I'm T.S... Motherfuckin'-A. We handle shit. That's what we do. Consider this situation... Fuckin' handled.
Erin: I can't believe they're sending us up in this. Is it even safe to fly?
Davis Mackie: Erin, relax. If I could take off in a Black Hawk under fire in Fallujah, I think I can handle a News Chopper 9 with a hangover.
Erin: Hangover?
Judge Foxman: This courthouse is located within spitting distance of Wall Street. I know this from my personal experience trying to spit at it. The men and women who work there will commit more serious crimes by lunchtime today than the defendant has committed in this indictment.
Bobby Riggs: No offense. You're still a feminist, right?
Billie Jean King: No, I'm a tennis player who happens to be a woman.
Mitzi: You seein' anybody?
Agent Cooper: I'm married with two kids.
Mitzi: Take my number. Things happen.
Harry Hole: I need a case... to work on.
Gunnar Hagen: I apologize for Oslo's low murder rate.
Duane Steinbrink: If you're looking for sympathy, the only place you're going to find it is in the dictionary, somewhere between shit and syphilis.
Stan Hurley: Patriotism exists because people like and people like me need a higher cause. Something bigger than us.
Susan Carpenter: OK... Fuck it.
Peter Carpenter: You're not supposed to swear in front of me.
John Walcott: We do not write for the people who send people's kids to war. We write for the people whose kids get sent to war.