Bunchy's little girl turned one. Let me show you something; I dressed her up as a clown at the birthday party. Scared the shit out of the baby's head. See?

Mickey

Ray: How long?
Doctor: Well, as I said, it's not precise.
Ray: Three? Six? What?
Doctor: In that range.
Ray: Yeah, and then what after that?
Doctor: Well, there's a palliative of care.
Ray: Morphine.
Doctor: Hmm.
Ray: Yeah.
Doctor: Among other things.
Ray: You gotta do something. You gotta save her.
Doctor: I'm sorry, Mr. Donovan.
Ray: She's all I got, you know?

Ray: You could go anywhere in the world. Where do you go?
Abby: I dunno.
Ray: Italy? India? What?
Back in time.

Abby: I gotta make it to Christmas.
Ray: Fuck. What do you mean you gotta make it to Christmas?
Abby: Yeah, for the kids. I don't want to ruin it for them forever.

Mickey: What are you asking me to do here?
Detective: My problem is your problem is Ray's problem. Lord knows, Ray has enough on his plate as it is.

Rob: Who the fuck are you?
Lena: Nobody.

Detective: I said take a fucking walk.
Mickey: That's not the way two assholes should talk to each other.

Ray: I, uh, I passed. Seventy-three.
Therapist: Good.
Ray: Can I go?
Therapist: The night you were arrested. Is that the day your wife died?
[Ray nods.]
Therapist: Did your brother say something to you insensitive?
Ray: No.
Therapist: Then maybe you can explain to me why you attacked him.
Ray: A misunderstanding.
Therapist: Just a misunderstanding. Nothing else?
Ray: Yeah.
Therapist: This type of counseling doesn't work for everybody, but you already know that, right?
Ray: No, I just...
Therapist: It doesn't work because most people don't have a reason to make it work. You know, you're not a nineteen-year-old punk with a drug problem. You have a home. A family. Some success. You have kids that need you more than ever. You didn't beat your own brother repeatedly and trash your own restaurant over a misunderstanding.

Terry: Tell my wife I want to speak to her.
Todd: She's not going to want to...
Terry: Now, you fucking prick!

Terry: Raymond, it's Terry.
Ray: What the fuck, Terry?
Terry: I fucked up. I went somewhere I shouldn't have gone. A whore house.

Abby: What do you think he did?
Ray: I don't know.
Abby: You think he fucked a girl to death?

Abby: You're going to talk to a hooker on our anniversary?
Ray: Yeah.

Ray Donovan Quotes

Who lives in Calabasas anyway? Sinbad, Howie Mandel? Jesus Ray.

Lee

You think you're the first person I've dealt with woke up in bed with a dead body?

Ray