Cable: I just want to tell you how grateful I am for everything you've done. I appreciate it more than you'll ever know.
Bull: And I appreciate everything you've done for me.
Cable: Are you being facetious?
Bull: No. I'm trying to be considerate of your feelings. I'm trying to be professional. I'm trying to find a way to tell you you're no longer working at TAC without making you feel worse than you already do, and frankly, not making me feel worse than I already do. Cable, you broke the law. You put the case at risk. You put me and my company at risk. You put the entire country at risk.

Bull: Sarah's disappeared. I doubt she's still in the country.
Cable: Fantastic. She's gone, Malcolm's a free man, I'm in prison and I helped a terrorist win his freedom so that he could try again.

I love it when it's easy. I don't trust it, but I love it.

Now I know what it feels like to be a muppet. The good doctor here shoves his hand up your back, moves you around the courtroom, tells you what to say and how to say it, and it works.

Flanagan

Remember, this was an act perpetrated by people whose business it is to find you and follow you and read whatever digital breadcrumbs you choose to leave for them. So we are not going to leave any. We are writing on pads. Exchanging ideas via interoffice memos and talking to each other. Remember, we have no idea if this fellow is working alone or as part of a group and until we are sure there is no one else out there continuing his dirty work, everything is old school.

Marissa

Bull: What is it, exactly, that he pulled off?
Flanagan: What do you mean. I think that's pretty clear. He hacked into our air traffic control system and nearly brought down two jetliners.
Bull: Yeah, I know. I've been thinking about that. I've read all of the interviews with the air traffic controllers and it sounded like he had everything right where he wanted it. Those two planes were seconds from colliding and then…
Benny: They didn't.
Flanagan: What's your point?
Bull: It's always helpful to have motive and it's hard to find motive in an act that seems like it could have happened but then just didn't.

Let me tell you about me. I traffic in the truth. I know when I'm hearing it and I know when I'm not, and at the moment it's in fairly short supply.

We are helping to defend Rebecca Lexington. The witch of wealth. The bitch of Greenwich.

Marisa

Benny: When I was in law school, I had this professor, right. The guy hated me. He was like a hundred years old and all he saw was this pugnacious, Puerto Rican kid with long hair and lots of attitude. Did everything he could to let me know that there was no place for me in the legal profession.
Chunk: So what happened?
Benny: I'm here and he's dead.

No matter what your prejudices might be, no matter how much you might dislike tall, good looking, impeccably dressed men, that’s an A.

Chunk

Oh, please. Can we at least be honest with each other? Those who have had the misfortune of dealing with Mrs. Lexington have nothing nice to say.

It would give you the opportunity to sue me, again, from prison, and you'd lose. And even if you didn't, I don't think my professional reputation would take too big a hit if I was found liable for protecting the world from a complete psychopath.

Bull Quotes

Bull: Rule #1: The client is the enemy.

Marisa: The client's here.
Bull: Tell me he didn't bring his lawyer.
Marisa: His five lawyers.