Dr. Bronstein: How are you feeling?
Mary Shannon: Good. Better. Because if I say anything else, I'm not getting out of here. So, GREAT.
Dr. Bronstein: How's your memory?
Mary Shannon: Fantastic if I was shot by a smudge
Dr. Bronstein: Well, I told you it might come back slowly or in pieces or...
Mary Shannon: Not at all. Which matters no matter what happens, you get to be right and you're not letting me out, are you? And I'm going to be here another week. I knew it.
Dr. Bronstein: Promise me you'll take it slow.
Mary Shannon: Wait, is that condescending doctor talk for I can go?
Lala: Hey Cabron, what is it with you?
Marshall Mann: I have the right to drink my coffee and eat my Danish anywhere I want and that's the wonderous high-wire act of democracy.
[takes bite of Danish]
Marshall Mann: Did you know that the first Danish was raspberry with almond flakes? The cheese Danish actually came later. Cheese is, in my opinion, the bolder breakfast choice.
Marshall Mann: Lala, my partner got shot, right over there. And you saw who did it. I know it, you know it. And you're gunna tell me or I say the three scariest words I know. Ready?
Marshall Mann: See ya later.
Mary Shannon: [Exiting hospital in wheelchair] You are so sweet.
Marshall Mann: [to transport assistant pushing wheelchair] This won't last.
Mary Shannon: Family just couldn't be bothered, right? What? Mom is just getting two foreign belly rings. Fiancé giving 'how to be gorgeous' lessons to underprivileged models? Why am I in such a hurry to get home to those people and Leave a place where I can pee lying down?
Marshall Mann: And she's back.
Leo Olarte: I'm not giving up my crew.
Jimmy McCabe: Your crew? Hey, you don't got a crew! You got three... *idiots*! And you lead all three of them right down Dumbass Boulevard!
Jimmy McCabe: You've always been fair to me, Mary. You, Marshall, Stan. Some of the only cops I ever liked.
Jimmy McCabe: I probably should have gave up the life after his mom died, you know? But I just... I loved it. You know? I still think about it. When some asshole's telling me his eggs ain't done right, the delivery guy's yelling at me 'cause we can't pay for the hamburger, and the bills keep coming, and everybody just keeps looking at me like I'm just another clock-punching chump. I know what I was. I was a king. I would walk into a Southie bar, the whole place would go dead quiet. Everybody looking, everybody scared. When I ran my crew, we did whatever we wanted. Whatever I wanted. You know, I ratted on guys, friends I've known my whole life, because one of them put a gun to my son's head. I mean, anybody, anybody tries to hurt my boy, that's it. I burn 'em to the ground.