Chloe: Are you ready to get wet, Dr. Adams?
Chloe: Are you ready to get wet, Dr. Adams?
Frank Martin: What's the first rule when entering a man's car?
Jack Billings: [takes his feet off the seat] Respect a man's car, a man respects you.
Frank Martin: Rule number two?
Jack Billings: Greet the man. Good afternoon, Frank.
Frank Martin: Good afternoon, Jack.
Jack Billings: Can we play the game now?
Frank Martin: I would think your brain would be too tired after a whole day of school.
Jack Billings: You're just afraid I'm gonna win.
Frank Martin: I'm afraid you're gonna be too worn out to do your homework.
Jack Billings: It's Friday, I don't *have* any homework.
Frank Martin: In that case: the game.
Jack Billings: Yes!
Frank Martin: But first, what's the third rule of the car?
[Jack buckles his seatbelt]
Frank Martin: Good.
Liberty 24 Pilot: Blue Star… Air Force One is down!
Control Room [Blue Star]: Liberty 24 have you got the president?
[static]
Control Room [Blue Star]: Liberty, do you have the president?
Liberty 24 Pilot: Standby…
Liberty 24 crew member: [President Marshal is grabbed off the line and taken on board, a watching crew member on his ear set] … Liberty 24 is changing call sign, Liberty 24 is now Air Force One!
Jeffrey Allen: Walter? Detective Allen. First time being robbed? No fun, right?
Walter Sims: They got pictures of my family, my daughters, where we live, my daughters' school…
Jeffrey Allen: Walter, you're a bank manager. You should be smart enough to know that the monster has gone digital. Be careful what you insta-google-tweet-face.
Boss: [Over the phone] I'm not gonna yell at you. Am I yelling? No… Because you're not someone even worthy of that. Because you didn't even have the fucking courtesy to talk to me about whatever the fuck fantasy you decided to spew all over me… So, let me ask, do you want to keep this job?
Jane: Yeah.
Boss: Okay… Then send me a fucking apology.
Rusty: You scared?
Linus: You suicidal?
Rusty: Only in the morning.
William Tell: [voiceover] The feeling of being forgiven by another and forgiving oneself are so much alike, there's no point in trying to keep them distinct.
Lefty: [standing next to Donnie's car at night] There's the boss. And, under him, there's the skipper. You know how this works?
Donnie Brasco: Yeah, it's like in the army.
Lefty: Bullshit. The army is some guy you don't know telling you to go whack some other guy you don't know.
Marianne Beausejour: Je t'aime, Mon Québécois.
Mitch Henessey: What I'm saying is, back when we first met, you were all like "Oh phooey, I burned the darn muffins." Now, you go into a bar, ten minutes later, sailors come runnin' out. What up with that?