Sam Tyler: What should I do, Annie?
Annie Cartwright: Stay.

Sam Tyler: [To Nelson] And which part of my subconcious do you hail from?

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!

[ 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 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!

[Bursting in on Stephen Warren, who is performing an act of oral sex on another man]
Gene Hunt: I'm not a Catholic me'self Mr Warren, but isn't there something in the Bible about "Thou shalt not suck off rent boys"?
Warren: How dare you come in here!
Gene Hunt: You could have said that to the boy.

[credits introduction to every episode apart from episode 1]
Sam Tyler: My name is Sam Tyler. I had an accident, and I woke up in 1973. Am I mad, in a coma, or back in time? Whatever's happened, it's like I've landed on a different planet. Now, maybe if I can work out the reason, I can get home.

[Gene and Sam need to get a pub landlord out of the way so that they can go undercover]
Gene Hunt: Ray! Go and arrest the landlord of the Trafford Arms.
Ray Carling: What for?
Gene Hunt: Think of something on the way.
[Later]
Gene Hunt: In a bizarre twist of fate, the landlord was arrested this afternoon... on suspicion of cattle rustling.
[Ray takes a bow and receives a round of applause]