Ted Bannister: You're not on your own. Nobody is! Not unless you want to be.

Test Card Girl: Do you not like me with my clown? I can see I make you frown. When on Earth will all this end? I'm your friend, your only friend.

Test Card Girl: Why did you promise him, Sam? Daddies always let you down, don't they?

Vic Tyler: I've got a young lad named Sam.
Gene Hunt: I've got a pain in the arse called Sam!

White Supremacist: What you doing, mate? You're one of us.
Sam Tyler: What, a dyslexic, racist moron?
[Finding Annie]

(Gene Hunt barges into Tyler's sting operation, with a woman in tow)
Roger Twilling: Tony, who is this man?
Sam Tyler: This is... This is my friend, Gordon. Gordon Brown. And his wife... Uh...

[ Sweet is playing loudly in a club]
Gene Hunt: Do you like this music?
Sam Tyler: Yeah, I do, don't you?
Gene Hunt: It's just a lot a noise, really. Me and the wife like, eh, Roger Whittaker. Well, lot more her than me. D'ya know him?
Sam Tyler: Not intimately.
Gene Hunt: Keep it to yourself. We all have our dirty little secrets
Sam Tyler: Indeed we do.

[After Gene pummels and hurls a journalist aside]
Sam Tyler: Do you keep a journalist chained in your basement for random beatings, Guv?

[After hearing his mothers voice on the police radio, followed by that of Phyllis, the police receptionist]
Sam Tyler: Phyllis, is that you?
Phyllis: No, it's Jane Fonda on the hunt for men!

[After Sam, disorientated and confused by his new surroundings, has challenged Gene's authority]
Gene Hunt: They reckon you've got concussion - I couldn't give a tart's furry cup if half your brains are falling out. Don't ever waltz into my kingdom acting king of the jungle.
Sam Tyler: Who the hell are you?
Gene Hunt: Gene Hunt. Your DCI. And it's 1973. Nearly dinner time. I'm 'aving 'oops.

[After taking Annie's hand]
Sam Tyler: What's that on your hand? Is that grit?
Annie Cartwright: Sand. When I was running up here, I tripped and I fell against the fire bucket.
Sam Tyler: See, why would I think of something like that? Why would I put that kind of detail in it?
Annie Cartwright: You wouldn't.

[After the case has been resolved, proving both Gene and Sam equally correct about the crime]
Gene Hunt: I'm ready anytime.
Sam Tyler: [Bewildered] For what?
Gene Hunt: An apology. Was this or was this not about football?
Sam Tyler: Was the killer drinking with him in the Trafford Arms?
Gene Hunt: Don't make excuses; I'm right, you're wrong, admit it. Was this about football?
Sam Tyler: Not in the way you thought.
Gene Hunt: Still about football!
Sam Tyler: The only reason we caught him was because I persuaded you to go undercover! All you were doing before that was dragging hooligans in!
Gene Hunt: Still about football!
Sam Tyler: [Frustrated] You just will not be proved wrong, will you?! You know, that's very childish!
Gene Hunt: No it is not.
Sam Tyler: [Childishly] Is!
Gene Hunt: [Equally childishly] Isn't!

[Annie complies with Sam's request to hit him by punching him in the kidneys - when he wasn't expecting it]
Sam Tyler: Ow! Shit!
Annie Cartwright: I'm sorry, sir!
[Gene enters, seeing the two bent over]
Gene Hunt: Hey hey, good girl, prostate probe and no jelly!

[Before an undercover sting operation, Annie is equipped with a gun]
Annie Cartwright: I haven't received any firearms training. That's not right...
Gene Hunt: [Exasperated] Y'see, this is why birds and CID don't mix. Give a bloke a gun, it's a dream come true. Give a girl one, and she moans it doesn't go with her dress! Now start behaving like a detective and show some balls.
Annie Cartwright: Thanks for being so sympathetic, sir. Let's hope you don't end up in my firing line. [Annie storms out]
Gene Hunt: [Slightly alarmed] Did she just threaten to shoot me?!
Superintendent Harry Wolfe: Got a very bright future ahead of her, that lass.

[Breaking into Twilling's car showroom]
Chris Skelton: It's freezing out here.
Gene Hunt: I don't like this. Gene Hunt smashes doors down, he does not pick girlie locks!
Sam Tyler: We can't just pull him in. He's too clever for that. At least this way we get hard evidence.
Gene Hunt: I'm gonna be the laughing stock of the Lancashire Constabulary Dinner and Dance, me.
Sam Tyler: Believe it or not, guv, one day soon, something like this will bring down Richard Nixon.
Gene Hunt: Hard to believe.
[Chris Skelton is playing around with his flashlight]