Ashford: [to Pollack] Life's a bitch, ain't it? Think you can dive into the deep end of the pool, and then it's 'Oh, shit, where are my water wings?'
Pollack: Justice is a lot like journalism. Sometimes the most important questions are the ones you decide not to ask.
Willow: You're great sex, but imperious and penniless are serious social handicaps.
Reigert: Broke as you are, you think that's the smart thing to do?
Ashford: Nah Jack, I didn't get where I am doing the smart thing.
Deed: You're a big venue now. Global commerce, sports franchises, chit chat cafés. But you don't get it, because you don't see it. Life is not what you think it is. Because of guys like us, you can go on thinking it, 'til reality sets in. Reality's a motherfucker.
Ashford: The Fourth Estate, Pollack. It's the only job protected by the Constitution. And this is why this is tyranny. When you see it, you're obligated to yell - a risk you're unwilling to take, and I don't blame you.
Pollack: [Rhetorically] Is there anybody not corrupt in this town?
Pollack: [leaving after just being fired] This isn't a real paper anyway!
Ashford: [Dismissively] Perfect for you, you little shit!
Lazerov: [to Isiaha] Here's how it works, fellas. You never saw us, and we never saw you, and the world just keeps fuckin' turnin'.
Deed: [to Pollock] Just remember, these guys don't fuck around. They're relentless. Keep your head down and your door locked.
Wallace: [to Ashford] The only guys your age having sex regularly are college professors.
Ashford: [to Wallace] You just showed me the bones of a covert facist state.
Ashford: [Phrase repeated to Pollock] You're doing this for pussy!