Frank: I can't speak for myself.
Erin: Hell just froze over.

Egan: I've got two words for you - child pornography.
Erin: What's that supposed to mean?
Egan: Two words that together run neck and neck with child molester as the charges that bring everybody, and I do mean everybody, together.

Erin: The truth as a hustle.
Danny: Everything is a hustle; the key is to not be the sucker born every minute.

Your client has never stood trial, counselor. By the time I'm done with him the jury is going to see him for exactly who he is, a smug, spoiled, sociopath.

Erin: You know, it's not okay.
Jamie: What? What's not okay?
Erin: That we're constantly telling people that we can't help them when it's our job to help.

Sometimes my job is like a game of chess and I need to be five moves ahead.

Danny: Well, the good news is none of us is ever going to end up alone.
Erin: Not while another one of us is still standing.

Anthony: I'd arrest my own mother if I thought she was scamming cops.
Erin: Your own mother?
Anthony: But with lots of backup.

Adrian: I was jogging.
Erin: Jogging? In jeans, a hoodie, and work boots.

I'll be damned if I'm going to let her sit in the Captain's office sipping hot cocoa while she's being charged with a felony for protecting her friends.

No, I didn't win. Winning is for losers. I crushed. I obliterated. I annihilated it.

We both know that you can't do real time. Once exposed you are going to be the busiest punk in the state system, servicing everyone.