This is what he does. He makes you doubt yourself that you’re not sure what actually happened.

Elizabeth

Russell: It's good to have you back, bro.
Colter: I never left.
Russell: You know what I meant.

Russell: You saying she's fair game?
Colter: I'm saying she's off-limits.

I meant what I said before, kind eyes. My offer for dinner still stands.

Russell [to Yolanda]

Colter: Why would Mom let me believe that you did it?
Russell: Yeah, I don't know. I like to think she did the best she could. But Mom had her secrets, trust me.

Hey, little brother. You gonna shoot me, or can we sit down and have a few? I brought some of my homebrew.

Russell [to Colter]

I am not talking to children. I am talking to men, or at least I hope so. You two are New York City cops. We break up street fights. We don't start them.

Frank

Cop: You're not gonna believe the word of some felon over me. I'm a cop.
Danny:: You're also an idiot.

Jamie: All this over an air fryer? Seriously? You got any weapons?
Kid: No.
Jamie: You got the wrong cop, they might have snapped, drawn their weapon. All over an air fryer.
Kid: My mom wanted one for her birthday.

They're related by blood and also by an awful burden and that is what really chafes for those two.

Frank

Sean: I come from a family of cops and I can't even protect myself from some jerk in the park?
Danny: Don't let him get you down on yourself.
Sean: It's not him. It's you. I keep asking myself what you would have done.

Eddie: How do we know the florist didn't mix her up with someone else?
Badillo: He's the neighborhood Gladys Kravitz.