Daryll Lee Cullum: Dear Conrad: Thank you for your letter. Praise the Lord. I know you must be so happy that He chose to spare Dr. Hudson. The Big Guy moves in mysterious ways, don't He? It just so happens I'm awaiting the arrival of a pair of genuine Helen Hudson undies... signed personal to me. A real collector's item, I'm sure you know. They're yours. But don't forget, a disciple must be strong... if he is to succeed where others fail. Peter strayed from the path and the Lord smote him good. So keep it simple. Then glory is yours... and "vengeance is mine", as the Good Book says. I know you'll get my meaning. Happy hunting, partner. -Daryll Lee Cullum.
Helen: Fuck you.
Helen: You heard me, you little twerp. Do you think I'm afraid of you?
Peter: I know you are.
Helen: I know all about you. You're just a sad, second rate, boring, impotent little copycat.
Peter: Watch it bitch or I will slice that smile off your face, do you hear me?
Helen: Daryll Lee couldn't get it up either.
Peter: DO YOU HEAR ME?
Helen: [spits in Peter's face]
Peter: OK, I see Helen. Nice try. You wanna know a little secret? Huh? I'm on to your trick. I won't kill you fast no matter how much you're gonna want me to.
Daryll Lee Cullum: Why don't you say a you and me have a little bit of fun?
M.J. Monahan: [after the killer hacked her internet address and shows his next victim] Do you remember what she looked like?
Helen: Yes. She looked like a girl. She looked like a million other girls. I barely saw her.
Helen: [laughing maniacally at Peter om the roof] Put up your dukes!
M.J. Monahan: [putting on bulletproof vest] Kind of defeats the purpose of my miracle bra, but who's looking?
M.J. Monahan: Nobody in this department has ever worked a serial case before.
Lt. Quinn: Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, Whoa, I have.
M.J. Monahan: The Zodiac, right?
Lt. Quinn: That's right.
M.J. Monahan: Did anyone ever catch the Zodiac, sir, or did he die of old age?
Peter: [On the roof near the climax as Helen is trying to escape] Hey, Helen, it looks like I cured your agoraphobia!
Helen: [annoyed by an offgoing car alarm system] Just steal the car and go!
Daryll Lee Cullum: I'm death and life to you, doc... death and life.
Peter: [to Monahan] Don't you ever get tired... of being a day late and a dollar short?
[to Helen on video]
Peter: Did you know, Helen, that more books have been written about Jack the Ripper than Abraham Lincoln? It's a sick world, isn't it, Helen?
[Discussing the Boston Strangler victim]
Nicoletti: So... you followed the girl home. Then what?
Harvey: I killed her.
Nicoletti: Where did you do that?
Harvey: It was in the bathtub.
Nicoletti: Why did you do that?
Harvey: She was dirty. She was a very dirty girl, very dirty.
Nicoletti: So do you remember... how many times you stabbed her?
Harvey: [Thinks for a moment] Eighty-seven.
Nicoletti: [pause] Harvey...
Nicoletti: Get the fuck outta here. I got work to do.
M.J. Monahan: Why is that computer turned off?
Helen: [She turns around to see a blank screen] because I turned it off.
M.J. Monahan: You can't do that.
Helen: I believe I can... but would you like me to turn it back on?
M.J. Monahan: Yeah.
M.J. Monahan: Oh great, the mouth is here.
Reuben Goetz: Well, you can end her career, just pop her in the brachial nerve and she's gotta drop the microphone.
M.J. Monahan: That's a thought.
M.J. Monahan: [to Helen] Are you on medication... because I need your whole brain on duty?
Peter: [Holding a threatening hypodermic] Now, I'm not going to lie to you. This is going to hurt.
Reuben Goetz: [to Monahan upon entering the room with take-out food] Bean curd, smoked eel, sushi...
Reuben Goetz: [Noticing Nicoletti is there too] Oh, Nico! Uh, W-we got prawn tempura, sea-weed salad... you want to join us?
Nicoletti: [Sarastically] You kiss your mother after you eat that stuff?
Reuben Goetz: No, I can kiss you if you like.
Nicoletti: [Nastily] Go fuck yourself, Reuben.
Lt. Quinn: The Hudson broad...
M.J. Monahan: What about her?
Lt. Quinn: The commissioner thinks, and I agree with him on this, that's she's leakin' like a rusty bucket. Maybe she's trying to hype her new book. I don't know - I don't care! She's just not reliable - especially after lunch.