Faith: You look like James Bond.
Will: The name’s Trent, Will Trent.
Faith: Stupid, real stupid.

Will: You have one dead body, 50 hostages, and you can’t even control your own team.
Dominique: So what do you think I should do?

Jeremy: I saw my mom. She said she needed a pen.
Will: Did she say why? Well, I trust your mom. If she said she needs a pen in the middle of a hostage situation, I’m going to get her one.

Will: They were going to kill all of us, and then I’d never see you again. That would kill me twice.
Angie: It’s over. You’re not there anymore. You’re right here. You’re right here with me.

If you kill him, I’ll defend you.

Faith: Do you want to make this wedding black eye optional? Whose side are you on?
Will: Yours. Always yours.

Okay, I know I’m only your plus one because Luke’s out of town, but I promise I’m going do everything I can to make you look good.

Angie: So what do you want me to do?
Michael: I want you to stop thinking like a mentor and start thinking like a detective.

Faith: What’s the plan?
Will: Same as always, Mitchell. Stay alive.
Faith: You too.

Get your hands off my son!

Faith

I’m sorry. You look just like your mother.

Antonio

Luke: You are so hot when you are working. I can’t even think. I don’t know how anyone gets anything done around you.
Faith: I am sure it’s a struggle for the whole department.