Abby: Hey dad.
Dad: You look like you're mother.
Abby: Yeah, I know.
Dad: It's hard on the eyes.

Paige: [on the couch in pain] God, I got these f--king braces 'cause I thought they'd help the headaches, but they only make it worse. There's a surgery, but I just haven't had any time. You do know why my dad hired you, right?
Ray: No.
Paige: Because he doesn't want to face the f--king things he's done.

Hooker: What was Frances like?
Terry: She was nothing like you.
Hooker: I bet she couldn't suck dick like I could. [Terry shoves her aside and storms out]
Mickey: Jesus, kid, what happened in there? She swallow it whole?

Bridget: I think I deserve a modicum of leeway.
Mr. Donellen: Bridget...
Bridget: I'm having a hard time, and I'm sorry if it's affecting my calculus, but I just transferred in, my parents are at each others throats and my boyfriend was murdered.
Mr. Donellen: I'm sorry.
Bridget: I shouldn't have told you that. [leaves]
Coffee Guy: I have a medium Americano for Bridget!

Ray: Get your ass home, Abby.
Abby: You get your ass home, you f--kin' hypocrite.

We're talking about selling yet another American institution to a foreign company. I need a little more time.


Dave: You look like a fuckin' teenager!
Abby: I feel like an old woman.

Terry: What the fuck happened to your face?
Ray: What the fuck happened to yours? [both laugh]

Looking up, pop? I mean, we spent all that money that you got from the Armenians on coke just so six hookers could get high all day.


Ray: Everything you touch turns to shit.
Mickey: Don't say that.
Ray: You just killed another one of your kids, Mick.

Ray: Terry's a good man. He doesn't belong in there.
Judge Wettick: A good man who was left behind at an armed robbery.
Ray: Yeah.
Judge Wettick: A good man who murdered a fellow inmate.
Ray: That was self defense.
Judge Wettick: That's for the court to decide.
Ray: He'll never make it to court. The Arayans will kill him first.
Judge Wettick: I can't help you, Mr. Donovan.

Bunchy: I'm serious, Ray. It could make a lot of money for the Fite Club.
Ray: It's a front, Bunch. It's not supposed to make money.

Ray Donovan Quotes

Mickey: I got a good one for ya.
Bunchy: Dad, don't.
Stan: It's alright.
Mickey: What's the difference between acne and a priest? Acne waits until a boy's 14 to come on his face.

Abby: I walked into your son's bedroom this mornin', and he was watchin' porn and fuckin' his own bed.
Ray: I don't know what the hell you're talkin' about.
Abby: Your son Conor stuck his teenage dick between his box spring and his mattress and fucked his own bed.