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.

Everyone knows where they were when the towers went down.

Your Grandpa Henry ever tell you his theory about the Riley side of the family being emotionally constipated?

Henry: You couldn't inherent your mother's cooking right, you had to get that elephant memory of hers.
Frank: Yeah, but I got your sunny disposition.

We will stop at nothing to hunt you down and bring you to justice.

It's like Mayday in Moscow out there.

Just keep your head and work your case.

Ray: Drink, Commissioner?
Frank: Love one Ray but if I did I'd have to read about being a candidate for Betty Ford in your next column, so no.

Mayor: I can't speak for you.
Frank: Recent history suggests otherwise.

This is exactly what I don't want to see when I open the paper. Some pedestrian's photo of one of my officers in his RNP texting.

I particularly like the part right here about exploring new avenues. Makes unemployment sound exciting.

Yeah, I'm like scrooge and the Grinch rolled into one.

Mayor