One-two-two! One-two-two! I sound like a damn choo-choo train!

Terry

We don't need guns. I have a lighter, okay, we get some hairspray, make some flame throwers. Let's fry these bitches.

Gina

Holt: That's weird, it's sunny outside.
Jake: Why is that weird?
Holt: Because a shit-storm is about to rain down.

That’s right! Just kicked Santa in the testicles.

Boyle

Jake: So talk to me Goose, how are we lookin'?
Gina: Sexy, but not like we're trying to, but like, sure we're trying, but it's almost effortless?

Checking out my new bed. Great - feels like scoliosis and smells like 10 million butts.

Jake

Jake: You remember when you told me that you didn't want to date cops? (bad Jamaican accent) Dat really bum me out, mon!"
Amy: Jamaican?
Jake: Yeah, that was a bad choice, I'm much better at German.

Sarge, with all due respect, I am gonna completely ignore everything you just said.

Jake

Sleep. Sleep, you ugly morons.

Holt

Jake: It's a manhunt. And I'm the man-hunter.
Charles: And I'm your sidekick, the boy-hunter.

The phrase "whodunit" is a grammatical abomination. So, please use the proper term "a who has done this."

Holt

Jake: I wish you hadn't read that Annie Leibowitz book.
Charles: Quit calling it a book! It was a visual journey!