WAT Quotes;
Vivian:
Where's she going?
Danny: Maybe it's a booty call.
Samantha: Your mind is always in the gutter. There was no call.
Danny: Tom Wilkins, 11:48.
Martin: In my experience, there's usually not a three-hour lag between
the call and the, uh...delivery.
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Danny:
I don't understand why someone would come all the way out here to get in shape.
I've got a gym nineteen blocks from my apartment.
Samantha: Your apartment's also in the vicinity of three gentlemen's
clubs.
Danny: I like a little variety in my workout.
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Danny: And if the ballistics come back positive, I've got you for attempted murder - of me.
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Martin:
How long does it take to get out of his dog house?
Danny: Depends on the dog.
Samantha: Don't mind Danny. He's just, uh, marking his territory.
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Vivian:
Smart little kid, huh?
Danny: Smart enough to blow off the Yankees.
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Danny: You better start telling us what you do know or I'm going to put you on a plane back to Kosovo you little piece of Euro-trash
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Jack: The head
butt was a nice touch.
Danny: No... head "bump". That was a head "bump", not
a head "butt".
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Danny: Can anybody say "Enron"?
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Jack:
Five a.m. Danny's up early.
Samantha: That's assuming he went to bed
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Danny:
You know what I used to do when I was your age and I missed someone?
Robert: What?
Danny: I used to lay in my bed at night and I used to look out the window
and I'd stare up at the sky and I would name each of the stars after someone
that I missed. So whenever I felt lonely, I'd look up at the sky and I'd see
Daniella, Erica and Andrea right there. It made it a little better.
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Danny: A plane
is not supposed to be in the sky. It's not natural.
Martin: Neither was that flight attendant and you weren't afraid of her.
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Danny:
Hey. Hey, you want to live to see tomorrow? Don't be playing with my livelihood,
you got me?
Jack: Nice work, Serpico.
Danny: I grew up on Pacino.
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Danny:
He's got an ex-con working for him. Maybe this whole Laundromat, dry-cleaner
thing is a front.
Jack: For what?
Danny: I don't know. Drugs, diamonds, illegal ferrets
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Danny:
We have doctor, man in a wheelchair, pregnant woman that's not her... a fat guy
in a robe, a nurse...
Martin: Is it important that you narrate?
Danny: You know, I'm sorry, I forgot... you can't think and listen at the
same time, and...
Martin: That's pretty good for someone who can't think without speaking.
This is one big hospital.
Danny: You'd rather be in the field, right?
Martin: Always
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Danny:
But all we have is an address? Wow, this is some lead. Looks like we're going
door to door. I should've brought my bibles.
Samantha: Yeah, I think
you're more of an insurance guy. In the meantime, give me the names. I'll, uh,
I'll start running them.
Danny: You want them in
alphabetical order?
Samantha: Very cute.
What are they?
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Danny:
Morning, hot stuff.
Samantha: Good morning to you. Late night last night?
Danny: A man's got to do.
Samantha: Yeah? Who's the lucky?
Danny: I don't kiss and tell, you know that.
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Danny:
You know, my parents died when I was Clare's age, and I'm not reliving it.
Jack: Maybe you're working your way through it. Maybe this is reliving it
for you.
Danny: Thanks, Dr. Freud
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Danny: I can understand why you want to be alone. It's nice here. Clare, I understand why you feel the way you do. I lost both my parents when I was eleven. We were driving somewhere and they were fighting. My dad was yelling at my mom. He used to like to yell at my mom. I wanted him to stop, so I said something. Then he turned around, and he yelled at me. That's when the car started to swerve. I never told anybody that. Ever. And I know what it's like to keep a secret. I didn't mean to do anything wrong that day. I was just a kid...
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Danny:
This is three. Just two more to go.
Martin: Oh! Why is it that no one in a walkup ever lives on the first two
floors?
Danny: Vampires.
Martin: Really?
Danny: Yeah, they have all the lower apartments all to themselves.
Martin: No direct sunlight, right?
Danny: Exactly. Plus, they live to be 106 years old, so the apartments
never turn around.
Martin: Oh, that's good to know.
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Stuart
Wesmar: I wouldn't touch anything - that's a working plasma laser.
Danny: I knew that
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Danny:
What do you know about bog turtles?
Samantha: Bog turtles?
Danny: Apparently, they're an endangered species.
Samantha: Bog turtles... who knew?
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Danny:
Mr. Farrell.
Agt. Jason Farrell: Yes.
Danny: You suggested I come back today, if I reconsidered.
Agt. Jason Farrell: And you have.
Danny: I have. So have my colleagues.
Samantha: We think we understand your Advise of Rights form now. As it
turns out, you have the Right to be a miserable little bastard.
Vivian: And we have the Right to tell you to "shove it".
[All three of them tear up the 'Advise of Rights']
Agt. Jason Farrell: Have you lost your minds?
Danny: You should go home now.
Agt. Jason Farrell: I'll leave when my work is done.
Danny: Knock yourself out
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Danny:
Good luck, man.
Martin: Thanks.
Danny: Martin...
Danny: When this is all over, and you and I are looking for our next gig,
I just want you to know that I-I think we make a hell of a team.
Martin: What, selling shoes?
Danny: Shoes, boots, pumps, whatever.
Martin: Sounds good to me
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Vivian:
We're going to have to interview every one of these boys.
Danny: Because he's a priest?
Vivian: Because he's a missing priest.
Danny: H-he's a man of god, and he's dying, okay, so show compassion.
Vivian: You know, I want to believe in him, too, but you have got to
admit, they have been testing our faith a lot these days.
Danny: I played on a team. The St. Benedict's Dragons.
Vivian: I find it very hard to imagine you in a white communion gown.
Danny: I didn't actually go to church. When I was 13, I got busted
shoplifting a flask of rum from a liquor store. The judge gave me two choices:
St. Benedict's after-school program or juvie. I figured a couple hours of
basketball a day, how bad could it be?
Vivian: And how bad was it?
Danny: Father Orlando kicked my ass. Probably saved my life
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Vivian:
Speaking from experience? Danny..."Taylor"?
Danny: What about it?
Vivian: So, why?
Danny: I guess I just wanted a fresh start.
Vivian: Did it work?
Danny: Sometimes.
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Danny: Isn't it so much easier when they leave the Amtrak schedule right on the coffee table, and they've gone as far as circling the getaway train in bright red ink?
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Fiancée:
You know Rafie's really good with cars.
Danny: I remember him being good at stealing them
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Danny: So, I
hear you got in a fight with PFC Grant. What's the story?
Sgt.: Honestly?
Danny: No, no, lie to me
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