Frank: I think you're stuck with the role of bad cop.
Erin: Which is ironic since I'm the only one in the family who isn't.

Seems you made a deal with the devil. I'm afraid your bill has come due.

Because once he finds out you can't help him anymore, he's going to trade you in like a used car.

Some eight hour days feel like a week.

If you try and make me look bad you'll be bringing a knife to a gun fight.

Mayor

Nicky: Well, I'm glad I was born into this family.
Erin: Luck of the draw, Sweetie.

I don't think I'm quite ready to cross over to the dark side.

Erin: I guess I owe you an apology.
Frank: Or at least a good bottle of Scotch.

I'm not a big believer in coincidence.

Kick him in the shins, Jackie like I usually do.

She tries to get in the building again we've asked security to call God.

I'm struggling with the letter of the law versus the spirit of the law.