Anthony Lamb: Yeah, well. You in the cop business. So that makes you a murderer. But I'm in the murder business, so that just makes me a laborer. You see how that works?

Anthony Lamb: Yeah, well. You in the cop business. So that makes you a murderer. But I'm in the murder business, so that just makes me a laborer. You see how that works?
Lovely B. Singh: Do me a favor, don't do me any favor.
Sergeant John MacLellan: Welcome to Watertown, motherfucker!
Nels Coxman: I'm gonna kill him, Brock.
Brock: Hm. Sure you are. What makes you think you can kill a man?
Nels Coxman: I've killed three of his guys.
Brock: What did you do with the bodies?
Nels Coxman: Wrapped them in chicken wire, threw them on the gorge.
Brock: Chicken wire?
Nels Coxman: Yeah, to let the fish get at them. They'll eat the flesh off the bones. So the bodies don't fill with gas and rise. They stay at the bottom.
Brock: Where j'you learn that?
Nels Coxman: I read it in a crime novel.
Jeffrey Pelt: Listen, I'm a politician, which means I'm a cheat and a liar, and when I'm not kissing babies, I'm stealing their lollipops. But it also means I keep my options open.
Halliday: She wanted to go dancing, so we watched a movie.
Ms. Georgia Kellogg: Some days it's best to be drinking.
Byron: Yeah.
Lee: Whassup, my nigga?
Bartender: What did you just say?
Lee: Whassup, my nigga.
Queen Atlanna: I am Atlanna, Queen of Atlantis.
Thomas Curry: I am Thomas, Keeper of Lighthouse.
Les Grossman: First, take a big step back… and literally, FUCK YOUR OWN FACE! I don't know what kind of pan-pacific bullshit power play you're trying to pull here, but Asia Jack is my territory. So whatever you're thinking, you'd better think again! Otherwise I'm gonna have to head down there and I will rain down an un-Godly fucking firestorm upon you! You're gonna have to call the fucking United Nations and get a fucking binding resolution to keep me from fucking destroying you. I'm talking scorched earth, motherfucker! I will massacre you! I WILL FUCK YOU UP!