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]

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.

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.

Daryll

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

Ray: My, uh.. My brother's in prison. He killed another inmate. Self defense. The other guys, uh, they're gonna kill him.
Finney: That's terrible.
Ray: I need to get him out. Tonight. Can you help me?

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.

Mickey: Be my muscle. Keep track of the ladies. And for that you will have a 20% stake in this operation.
Daryll: Twenty percent? Pop you better rethink your math. That's my car on the hook. 50/50.
Mickey: Young man, I will tell you what my father told me. Fuck you, 20% is all you get.

Lena: Avi asked me to come work with him.
Ray: What's he offerin'?
Lena: Sparking water. And the chance to be his partner.

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.

Bridget: Dad, I want you to come to dinner tonight. It's important to me.
Ray: Why? What's going on?
Abby: Does she need a reason?

Who fucked your wife? I bet he wasn't part of your fantasy football team.

Navy Seal

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.

Well it's not going to lick itself.

Motel Owner