All right, English people, cover your skin. We're going outside.

Gretchen

You've got a career. A nice house. Got your own Paki. Don't do what I did and let some black cloud of a bird screw it up.

Ronny

Jimmy: Gretch, you gotta help me, promise you'll help me. Please.
Gretchen: Can't.
Jimmy: Jesus, I thought you said you were better?
Gretchen: I lied.
Jimmy: Well, fake it and help me!
Gretchen: I don't wanna.
Jimmy [shrieking]: Do you think I wanna? Nobody wanna! But I need your help, c'mon!

I have to look extra dope. Those assholes' latest track dissed my wardrobe so thoroughly they had me doubting my signature style that GQ once called "courageously headache-y."

Sam

Claire: You think maybe you're being a little hard on Luke?
Phil: We're his parents Claire, it's our job to keep him off the stripper pole.

We should be careful, this market might be a trick to get a whole bunch of white people together in one spot.

Mitchell

Phil: Well good morning Leonard.
Luke: Leonard?
Phil: I know it's not the well-behaved son Luke who'd never take our car out without a license and get arrested.

I feel like we just made out, like I should make you a mix tape.

Platt

Lindsay: Look at her, like nothing happened.
Halstead: What, were you expecting crocodile tears? She thinks no one's watching.
Lindsay: A fully committed murderer would stay in character, that's all I'm saying.
Halstead: I'm gonna sleep with one eye open.

Ruzek: We'll get Olinsky on his feet and we'll find our own place. That's a good idea.
Burgess: Hey, it's not an idea, it's a demand. A loving but very specific demand.

Mouch: I need your help with Trudy. I gotta figure out what her ring size is.
Burgess: Mouch, you're gonna propose?
Mouch: Been living in sin long enough.
Burgess: Oh, I require zero additional detail. Look I'm on it.
Mouch: You're on it. And you can be sneaky?
Burgess: I displayed sociopathic tendencies through the second grade. I'm on it.

Cookie: You are wasting your time, but see you can't see that because you're blinded by the ass.
Hakeem: I ain't even touch the girl.
Cookie: She must really got you sprung then. She ain't got it, Kem.