Martin: This guy's an ex-con.
Danny: What?
[Martin holds out a box for Danny.]
Martin: Prison art.
Danny: What, did you do a nickel at Pelican Bay? 'Cause if you did, I'm going to be a whole lot nicer to you.

Martin: 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.

Martin: Yeah. Well, I guess old feelings die hard.
Samantha: They don't die. They just fade, and then you feel bad that they faded...because you wonder...you wonder what they meant when you had them.
Martin: Well, I guess if they didn't fade, there...there wouldn't be room for new ones.
Samantha: No, I guess there wouldn't.

Martin: You and, uh, "Delia"--fuzzy boundaries.
Samantha: Well, that's how I like my relationships--nice and complicated.

Martin: You know we could make a sex tape, post it online here, and you wouldn't have to tell anybody about us.
Samantha: That's cute.
Martin: Think about it.

Martin: You okay?
Samantha: I'm tired, but that's the good thing about not having a TV or a cell phone. Nothing to stop me from going to bed early.
Martin: Yeah, I've been getting a lot of sleep too.

Pamela: I WANT TO TALK TO MY SON!
Vivian: Don't shout at me Pamela. I don't like it.

Paula Van Doren: You have your rope, Jack. Don't hang yourself.

Rachel: What is wrong with you?
Jack: We don't have enough time to discuss that subject. What is wrong with you?
Rachel: I'm an agoraphobic.
Jack: You live 15 miles from here. You've got to be the world's worst agoraphobic. Look...the only reason that you're laying here is because you don't know how to tell your...your girlfriend that you like her.
Rachel: I've never been a lesbian. I don't know what to do.
Jack: I've never been a lesbian either. Well, I had this dream once. That's a different story. But look, I can't help you, okay?

Sam: Do you think Ricky is innocent?
Deames: I don't think he got a fair trial
Sam: That's not what I asked you.
Deames: I know.

Sam: Hey Martin?
Martin: Yeah?
Sam: Wanna share a cab?
Martin:[gesturing in the opposite direction] I live uptown.
Sam: Yeah, I know.
Season 3

Sam: I've known some people who've done things, things I've seen them do, that make me believe they deserve to die.
Deames: Okay, let's say these people do exist. Do you really want to be responsible for deciding, out of all of these criminals, who lives and who dies? Trouble is, nobody asked you. Because in this state, it's the Law that decides. It's the police officers and the district attorneys and the judges and they're human. When they're biased or corrupt or just lazy mistakes are made and people will die. And some of those people will be innocent.
[both are silent]

Samantha: Martin, do you have something you wanna tell me?
Martin: No.
Samantha: No?
Samantha: What are these? [picks up prescription bottle]
Martin: It's a prescription for my hip, okay?
Samantha:You got hurt over six months ago, you should be off these by now.
Martin: Yeah, but I also got hurt again and I've been in a lot of pain.
Samantha: Did you take these from her [Gina Hill's] house?
Martin: You know what, it's time for you to go.
Samantha: Did you take these from her house?
Martin: Look, just back off because this is none of your buisness.
Samantha: It is my business if you're stealing drugs from victim's homes!
Martin: Damn it, just stop!
Samantha: NO! This is a problem!
Martin: What do you want from me?
Samantha: I want you to let me help you.
Martin: I don't want your help. I don't need anybody's help, okay?
Samantha: Martin, just please, tell me how to help you.
Martin: I don't know Sam. I don't know.

Samantha: [regarding a golf cart] I'm driving.
Martin: No, I've seen you drive.
Samantha: I'm driving.
Martin: [grumbles] Oh, where's the airbag?

Samantha: Damn, you are good.
Martin:[smiles] You just noticed?