Lieutenant: You blatantly disregarded my order.
Jamie: I meant no disrespect. I was just doing my job.
Lieutenant: Your job? Your job is to follow orders. So here's my last one on this case. Drop it, or suffer the consequences.

Garrett: You said private. A prime table at Wolfgang's is not private.
Frank: So what? I had dinner with a Teamsters boss, not a gangster.

Lieutenant: We have limited resources, Reagan, and all you have is speculation.
Jamie: With all due respect, I've studied the drug trade. This can be a big win for us.
Lieutenant: Can be won't cut it. Move on.

Frank: With the Teamsters behind them, the union would have real bargaining power.
Garett: That's why City Hall will hate it.
Frank: I am a cop at heart, first and foremost.

My dad's old-fashioned. He doesn't trust anyone non-Vietnamese, especially cops.

Woman

Frank: How would you feel if you met him on the street?
Erin: I'd feel fine... after I punched him in the nose.
Frank: But why?
Erin: Because of who his father is. The apple can't fall far from the tree, and that fruit is poisoned.

Danny: How was your night in juvie?
Trina: It sucked.
Danny: That's what your future will be like if you don't get your head on straight.

McFadden: Please understand, sir, I didn't come up to your office out of respect for you.
Frank:; The same respect you showed when you lied to me?
McFadden: I didn't lie. I just didn't give you a complete answer.
Frank: That would be a lie.
McFadden: If I'd put that my name was Malkowsky rather than McFadden...
Frank: That would be the truth.
McFadden: It would also sink my chances of becoming a cop.

Come on, Vangelis. If you haven't been shot at in an Italian restaurant, can you really call yourself a mobster?

Anthony

Cop: Sir, he didn't bang in sick today. He didn't come in today because he didn't want to meet you.
Frank: Am I that scary?
Cop: No, of course not. It's just, his last name didn't always used to be McFadden. It used to be Moevsky. Sonny Molevsky is his father.
Frank: And the man who killed my son.

There is also someone who ate with us over the years but won't be back. Lenny Ross was my closest friend, my confidante, my getaway driver. I lost him this week and it hurts like hell. But Lenny would hate it if we got all teary and quiet and sad. So, Lenny... we'll miss ya. And save me a seat at your table and I'll see you on down the road. .

Frank

Danny: You're giving up on New York?
Bugs: It gave up on me.