I know I chatter on far too much… but if you only knew how many things I want to say and don’t. Give me some credit.
Nobody’d ever believe that you’d be capable of doing what you’ve done.
Do you remember what they said when I first proposed this thing?
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways?" Is this supposed to be a JOKE?!
This is true love - you think this happens every day?
…only on days when he’s wanted for murder…
Whoa! Wait a minute
You killed McCullough! You killed him! Hold it! Hold it! I just completed my opening statement!
Silence!
Well, can I whistle?
Shhh! Quiet! Let’s get out of here before something else happens.
You hoodlums don’t own these streets. And I’ve just about all the roughhousing I’m gonna put up with around here. You wanna kill each other? KILL each other! But you ain’t gonna do it on my beat! Now, are there any questions?
Why do all you guys sit on your helmets
I’ve told you before, ma’am: I’m quite comfortable, thank you.
You don’t like flying, do you?
I’m warning you, I get sick. Air sick, car sick. I’m gonna throw up all over you.
Will you hand me a towel, miss beautiful tulip?
When I told you to call me that, I wanted you to mean it.
Excuse me while I slip out of these wet clothes and into a dry martini.
Wanna bite? They’re real tasty.