Get your hands off my son!

Faith

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.

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

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.

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

Gabe

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

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.

Did she know you worked as a drag queen?

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

Amanda didn’t kill anyone. I was there. Where were you?

Amanda: Leave this alone.
Will: No, I won’t. It’s all connected – the traffic stop, your leave of absence, and everything that’s happening now. Tell me what’s really going on. I’ll keep digging, and you know I’ll find it anyway.