Broken City (2013)
Billy Taggart: I did it to keep a woman.
Cathleen Hostetler: Then you *do* believe in love.
Billy Taggart: I believe in loving the one you're with.
Cathleen Hostetler: Mm, what are you, stupid or Catholic?
Billy Taggart: Both.
Billy Taggart: Doesn't anybody in this town speak in complete fuckin' sentences anymore?
Mayor Hostetler: You know, women call men dogs. That's to suggest we're somehow untrustworthy or disloyal. But a dog is anything but. And if men are dogs, what the goddamn hell does that make women? You've ever seen a bitch in heat? She will grind herself across the grass to try and get her that itch. And she can find a way to sneak out of the backyard, as any dog will do.
Carl Fairbanks: Guess we both misjudged Billy, Mayor.
Carl Fairbanks: Then again you misjudged a lot of us.
Carl Fairbanks: You thought Billy would rollover; you thought Andrews was sleeping with your wife;
Carl Fairbanks: you thought I wasn't.
Mayor Hostetler: There are some wars you fight and some wars you walk away from. This isn't the fighting kind.
Prosecutor: Your Honor, it's murder. Even when the police do it.
Cathleen Hostetler: Did you read the "Times" this morning?
Mayor Hostetler: No, I did not. I read the "Post", like the rest of New York.
Cathleen Hostetler: Interesting editorial.
Mayor Hostetler: That rag is a glorified tabloid for rich people.
Katy Bradshaw: I got him.
Billy Taggart: You got him?
Katy Bradshaw: Oh, I got him. And it's good, Billy.
Billy Taggart: How good?
Katy Bradshaw: [taking a print-out from the printer] Ah. Wonderous good.
Billy Taggart: Wonderous? What, do they teach you that at DeVry?
Katy Bradshaw: I go to Hunter, asshole.
Billy Taggart: Are you old enough to drink?
Katy Bradshaw: You'd be surprised what I'm old enough to do.
Billy Taggart: Hey, easy, okay?
Katy Bradshaw: For example, I'm old enough to vote. And it might come of some interest, when casting my ballot, to know that Jack Valliant's campaign manager, a guy named Paul Andrews, is fucking the mayor's wife.
Billy Taggart: Bullshit.
Katy Bradshaw: [handing him a printout] And he drives a Lexus.
Billy Taggart: This is good.
Katy Bradshaw: It's borderline orgasmic, Billy.
Billy Taggart: Did you learn that at Hunter, too?
Katy Bradshaw: Wouldn't you like to know?
Billy Taggart: Manual windows?
Katy Bradshaw: Yeah.
Billy Taggart: That's how you got those masculine forearms.
Katy Bradshaw: How'd you think I got 'em, from stroking your ego?
Billy Taggart: Big booty, good. Big forearms, no good.
Carl Fairbanks: Nicholas Hostetler, you're under arrest for the murder of Paul Andrews. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
Mayor Hostetler: Anything I say will be used against you, Carl.
Carl Fairbanks: You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided to you.
Mayor Hostetler: Attorneys? They'll be pulling your dental records by the time I'm done with you.
Carl Fairbanks: Do you understand these rights as I have described them to you?
Mayor Hostetler: I understand you're suicidal. You may have forgotten how you got your job, but I have not. Do you really think a jury of my peers in New York City will convict me?
Carl Fairbanks: I'm just the handcuffs guy.