Jack: As you all know, we have a new member of the team joining us today--Martin Fitzgerald. Let's make sure we give him the frosty welcome that all rookies deserve.

Jack: D'you think you could use that warrior-like mind of yours to give us a description?

Jack: Five A.M.--Danny's up early.
Samantha: That's assuming he went to bed.

Jack: Great. Martin, you're on your way to San Diego to liaise with Danny.
Vivian: [to Martin] Don't forget your surf gear.
[Martin leaves.]
Vivian: Should we send a referee?
Jack: Nah, let 'em duke it out.

Jack: Hey, Frankie. How you doing?
Frankie: Ah, bum knee, too much alimony...Other than that, I'm peachy.

Jack: I know about the other boy.
Graham Spaulding: What other boy?
Jack: This kid. The young, scrawny, frightened, lonely kid. The kid who only wanted love and approval. I know his pain. I know that boy.
Graham Spaulding: Do you?
Jack: Yes. I do. And I know that you want to put that boy out of his misery. You know, Graham, your father wasn't a strong man. He wasn't supportive man. He was a weak, cowardly, sadistic bastard. I know he used to touch you and I know you used to beg him to stop.
Graham Spaulding: You believe whatever you want. You don't know anything about my father.

Jack: I meant what I said before, Graham. You care about these kids. That's why you took Andy under your wing. He was confused, vulnerable. You were the only one who understood him.
Graham Spaulding: Is that right?
Jack: I think so. But then he turned on you, didn't he? I know how that feels. Know how...painful that can be. You pour yourself into someone--your time, energy, and devotion. You give them everything they need to grow and then they just abandon you.
Graham Spaulding: Are you speaking from experience?
Jack: Sure. You love someone...you make love to someone...you give your life to them and then they don't even look at you.

Jack: I was surprised that your father didn't call me about you.
Martin: I asked him to stay out of it. I don't want any preferential treatment.
Jack: Good, 'cause you're not getting any.

Jack: I'm sorry if I ever hurt you.
Sam:[pauses] Me too.

Jack: I'm torn between honouring the last wishes of a crazy old man and giving him a last flying finger.

Jack: It's no different than the chances of you getting hit by a bus when you walk out of this building.
Maria's Lawyer: So you're not concerned.
Jack: That you could get hit by a bus, not really.

Jack: Look, I've worked hundreds of these cases and certain patters develop. Now, I may not like the pattern, but I can't ignore them. You want to know what those patterns are? When a child goes missing, whoever claims to have seen them last is usually the one that took them; and if that person happens to be one of the parents, the incidence doubles. Now my gut says you're okay, but I don't know you. I'm trying to get to know you so that I can help you, but I can't help you unless you earn my trust.

Jack: Man, you look wired.
Danny: Wired? Wired is better than tired!

Jack: Smells like a brewery in here.
Martin: Yeah, you noticed?
Danny: What, is he still drunk?
Martin: Nah, he's just fairly hung over.

Jack: So what are you thinking?
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...