Shane: Renada just wants me for my sperm.
Doug: She sounds perfect.

Silas: When Nancy tells us to go to college, what do we do?
Shane: We buy hot tubs!
Silas: Free at last, my brother!

Andy: You have no idea how much it means to me that you believe in me.
Shane: I don't believe in you.

I don't believe in you. You have no business plan. This is a terrible location for foot traffic and you don't even know if the wheel is street legal in the United States.

Shane: I can do this.
Nancy: I have to get this. Don't fuck up.

Andy: How'd you get that?
Shane: I walked in and printed it out.
Andy: He's good.

You keep partnering up with the wrong son.

Nice job tapping that. She's a lot cuter in person tan in her surveillance photo.

Shane: He downloaded our database.
Silas: Fucking rat.
Shane: I prefer the term informant.

He’s pissed at everybody. It’s impotent rage. For me, it all came out with Pilar.

Let him back into your life or I'll come to one of your faggoty track meets and take a bat to your kneecaps.

Shane: Ask me why I'm like a musician.
Nancy: Why are you like a musician?
Shane: Because I'm playing that detective like a fiddle!