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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

If you kill him, I’ll defend you.

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

Antonio

Antonio: Now you’re that guy.
Will: Yeah, I am.

Glinda: Well, well. Well. If it isn’t Anita Subpoena.
Angie: Did you just give him a drag name?

I don’t know what Dalton hated more, the fact that I was gay or that I was a better shot than him.

Gabe

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.