Do you believe that cheap suit? I swear he must have gone to the same law school as my sister, Ball Buster University.

Danny

Frank: Either way, AG or the press, we end up looking like weasels, and by we I mean me.
Garrett: So we sit on our hands.
Frank: Not saying that, but I don’t want to make some kind of clever move that backfires and ends up washing the Mayor's hands for him either.

Then, Mr. Mayor, what the hell were you thinking when you personally called the presiding judge at seven fourteen this morning on the Jasper case and got bail squashed?

Frank

Erin: I get it, and I want to help you, but I’m a Manhattan ADA and you live in the Bronx.
Reggie: Didn't stop me from helping you.

Look I have Sunday dinner with the former P.C., a detective, a beat cop, and an ADA. Did you really think all my intel flowed through you two?

Frank

Sid: Should we tell the Boss?
Garrett: We?
Sid: Well, now that you know the particulars, yeah.
Garrett: Crafy, two minutes ago I was blissfully ignorant.

Frank: So is she?
Erin: Is she what?
Frank: Hot?
Erin: In a cheap sort of way, I suppose.

Jamie: How is it you can make even my being a good cop into a bad thing?
Danny: I didn't say it was a bad thing.
Jamie: You'll be happy to know they switched us up for punking another pair of partners.
Frank: I'll be happy to know?
Jamie: Well no, not you.
Frank: You just forgot who was at the table.

Jamie: Sarge switched us up. Now he's got me riding with an IAB snitch.
Danny: Well, that's a real waste of IA manpower, don't you think?
Jamie: What's that supposed to mean?
Danny: Well, their snitch is riding around with, you know, Dudley Do-Right.

Henry: So who died?
Danny: A 33-year-old woman with a four-year-old kid.
Erin: A 40-year-old dermatologist from the upper West Side.
Frank: And a 16-year-old in East New York.
Henry: I didn't mean it literally.
Frank: You just forgot who was at the table.

Jamie: We're supposed to just call it in.
Officer Potemkin: If we find him then no harm, no foul.
Jamie: Oh, I get it. We don't have to go by the book when it's your skin on the line, huh?

Erin: Not the most professional move bringing your underage girlfriend to court.
Jack: She is a lawyer and, in fact, she graduated Fordham, just like you and I.
Erin: Good for her.
Jack: And she's not underage. She's 25.
Erin: Oh great, thank you for clarifying that. She's five years older than your daughter.