[to Jamie] A quarter of a million dollars in tuition and you decided to be a cop.

Lena Janko

Jamie: I don’t know how you ever thought you could avoid me meeting your mother.
Eddie: Oh, I was doing a great job avoiding until today.

Frank: How many times is that son of a bitch going to send you to take his heat?
Erin: You mean the District Attorney?
Frank: Yeah, if he’s going to pursue this ridiculous marijuana policy he ought to have the balls to show up himself.
Erin: Well, in that case, the right son of a bitch is here. It’s my policy, not his.

Erin: Every once in a while, as often as we can, there needs to be a green zone.
Nicky: But how do you just put aside whatever…
Erin: With a lot of effort because it’s important. Because it may just be the best tradition this family has.

Eddie: Don’t do that.
Jamie: Do what?
Eddie: Armchair quarterback yourself. You did the right thing.

Jamie: The police run away with their tails between their legs it doesn’t look bad, it is bad.
Eddie: I can see that but in the moment it felt like the right thing to do.

They wanted us to engage, begging us to take the bait. We felt the smartest move was to just ignore them.

Eddie

It just seemed like we used a sledgehammer to bang down a couple nails.

Jamie

Frank: A tit for tat response would just be like a slap on the wrist in return for a punch in the face. What are we going to do, call them names?
Jamie: But this shock and awe, Dad, it seems like one step forward, two steps back in community relations and I’ve got mixed feelings about that.

Erin: He’s thirty, Anthony.
Anthony: Okay, how old is she?
Erin: Twenty-two.
Anthony: Is he a good guy? Is he nice?
Erin: He’s thirty.
Anthony: Does it seem like he treats her good?
Erin: It seems like he’s thirty.

Nicky and Nicky, isn’t that so cute? I wanted to gouge my eye out with a fork.

Erin

Garrett: Little piece of advice.
Sid: No thanks.
Garrett: When you yell, “end of story” to a group of reporters, you’re telling them right then and there that there’s more to the story.