Fanny: I've lost the only thing I care about.
John Amsterdam: Your honor.
Fanny: You. I saved myself for you.
Dr. Sara Dillane: Marriage. It's hard.
John Amsterdam: Yeah. Well... I've got the scars to prove it.
Dr. Sara Dillane: Speaking of which, you want to tell me about the ones you have? The one above your heart, for example?
John Amsterdam: Ran into a sword.
Dr. Sara Dillane: A sword. What about your shoulder?
John Amsterdam: A bullet hole.
Dr. Sara Dillane: Stomach?
John Amsterdam: Shotgun blast.
Dr. Sara Dillane: Arm?
John Amsterdam: Gardening accident. Nah, I didn't want to bore you. It was another sword. Or, more like a dagger really.
John Amsterdam: You should have seen her Omar. She took down this guy all by herself, single footedly.
Eva Marquez: I had it all under control until you showed up.
Omar: [reads what's on John's monitor] Uh oh. New York Times, 2003.
John Amsterdam: Yeah. A temporary glitch.
Omar: Doctor Sara Millay Dillane, daughter of Mary Dillane and Franklin Dillane was married Friday to Robert Camp. That don't sound temporary to me.
John Amsterdam: How many times have you been married?
Omar: Enough to know it's supposed to be forever. I'm just saying, maybe she aint the girl of your dreams.
John Amsterdam: Hm. It's my dream. Okay?
John Amsterdam: Take honor from me and my life is done. Honor. A word we almost never hear anymore Thirty-Six. Not in America. It used to mean virtue, nobility. Now, it's become just another reason to kill. Maybe it was always that way.
Eva Marquez: What is it about women that scares men so much they have to rape and kill to destroy it?