Chris Keller: Oz didn't make you a bitch. You were born one.
Vern Schillinger: You are the guy who destroyed the statue, right?
Guillaume Tarrant: Yeah.
Vern Schillinger: Fucking sicko bastard.
Sister Peter Marie Reimondo: [McManus has an engagement ring ready for Diane Whittlesey on the day she's scheduled to return from her two-week vacation in London with her daughter, but Peter Marie visits him at his office with some news] Well, you know, she and Didi were standing in front of Buckingham Palace and she got into a conversation with a guard.
Tim McManus: I thought they didn't talk.
Sister Peter Marie Reimondo: He was on break. Anyway, um, one thing led to another, and, um... they're going to get married.
Tim McManus: [smiles, laughs] Right.
Sister Peter Marie Reimondo: I'm serious.
Tim McManus: [stops, looks at her, face slowly drops, the words sink in] She's getting married... to a *Bobby?*
Sister Peter Marie Reimondo: No, no, not a Bobby, Tim. He's a guard. He guards the Queen!
Tim McManus: [hollers] Yeah, well, then I can see how they've got a lot in fucking COMMON! Oh, FUCK! Jesus fucking Christ! Did she leave a number?
Sister Peter Marie Reimondo: She doesn't want to talk to you.
Tim McManus: Yeah? Well, I've got a hell of a lot I wanna say to her!
Sister Peter Marie Reimondo: Which is why she doesn't wanna talk to you. She really feels very badly.
Tim McManus: [sarcastically] Oh, really?
Sister Peter Marie Reimondo: Now listen, Tim. Diane Whittlesey has not had an easy life. Poverty, spousal abuse, single motherhood, her mom dying after a very long illness. And just now on the phone, her voice - she sounded so happy.
Tim McManus: Happy. Sure.
[slowly exhales and sits back at his desk]
Sister Peter Marie Reimondo: If you need to talk...
Tim McManus: What I need is a drink.
[pulls a bottle of whiskey out from his desk drawer]
Sister Peter Marie Reimondo: Tim...
Tim McManus: Don't worry, Sister. This is what guys who've been dumped do in order to move on.
[pours himself a glass and raises it in a toast]
Tim McManus: Cheerio.
Kenny 'Bricks' Wangler: Adebisi, you still got the gun?
Simon Adebisi: Lower your voice.
Kenny 'Bricks' Wangler: You still got it?
Simon Adebisi: Yes.
Kenny 'Bricks' Wangler: And when you gonna use it?
Simon Adebisi: I'm not.
Kenny 'Bricks' Wangler: Then what the fuck is the point of having a gun if you don't use the shit?
Simon Adebisi: If I use the gun, I end up in the hole, solitary or death row. No, our goal was to get rid of McManus, remember? To have a black man running Emerald City.
Kenny 'Bricks' Wangler: Yeah, like you can make that happen?
Simon Adebisi: I can, depending on who I get to shoot the gun, and who gets shot.
Kenny 'Bricks' Wangler: I don't understand, man.
Simon Adebisi: Of course you don't, Kenny. Of course you don't.