Larry Hopkins: Things you see must be beyond imagining.
Martin: No. People can imagine them. That's how they happen.

[A pimp taunts John Michael about his daughter]
Freddie Katan: I don't know if you banged her, beat her, or just weren't there. She's mine because of you.

[A talented young violinist disappears]
Vivian: If I have to look at one more bearded, 40ish, scary-looking Russian guy I'm going to blow my brains out.

[As they are walking down Death Row]
Guard: They transfer them here a week before execution. After that, no letters, cards or phone calls. 24 hour suicide watch.
Danny: Suicide watch? No kidding.

[Barry Mashburn is keeping several people, including Sam, hostage in a bookstore.]
Barry Mashburn: No one's hurt. [pauses] Yet.

[Claire hunter talks about the death of her mother at the hands of her father.]
Claire Hunter: That day, I saw her stand up to him for the first, and last, time. "It's okay Baby. Everythings going to be alright." Those are the last words she ever said to me.

[Danny and Martin are discussing the condition of an apartment.]
Danny: Here's what eighteen hundred gets you in the city.
Martin: Aw, come on, they can't all be this bad.
Danny: You're right--most of the time the bathtub's in the kitchen.

[Danny and Martin are watching a hospital surveillance video.]
Danny: We have a doctor, a man in a wheelchair, a 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.

[Jack and Danny go to mexico to investigate a kidnapping.]
Danny: Man, do they love the american dollar here
Jack: Yeah, just like north of the border.

[Jack approaches the bookstore where the hostages are being held.]
Jack: Barry!
[Barry drags a hostage to the window and looks out. He and Jack call to one another]
Jack: Come to the door. I want to talk to you! Come on Barry, open the door. Open the door, I want to talk!
Barry: Who the hell are you?
Jack: I'm the guy you've been talking to [shows badge] Jack Malone, FBI.
Barry: Well, what do you want?
Jack: I want to come in.
Barry: No way!
Jack: Yeah, yeah, come on, let me in. Look, I got nothing, alright, Nothing! [He takes off his jacket] Nothing! No gun, I'm not wired...[shows] Nothing, see? [yells] Nothing!
Barry: What do you want?
Jack: I want Samantha!
Barry: And why should I give her to you?
Jack: [Shouts] Because she's bleeding to death... and I know you're not a murderer!
Barry: Well... what do I get in return?
Jack: Me. You get me.

[Jack confronts Vivian about the Reyes shooting]
Jack: The report came back. [pauses] It cleared you both of any wrongdoing.
[Vivian remains still]

[Jack describes to a woman how he thinks she orchestrated her husband's kidnapping.]
Lucy Costa: That's quite the imagination you have.
Jack: Lady, even I couldn't make this stuff up.

[Jack is talking to an auctioneer after his daughter-in-law's kidnapping.]
Jack: Why didn't you contact us when you got the call?
Mr. Beckworth: They said that they would kill her
Jack: And you thought your extensive knowledge of selling Ming vases would help you prevent that?

[Jack Malone and Samantha Spade awkwardly discuss his departure, and their old relationship. They speak quietly.]
Sam: In another world, maybe....
Jack: Maybe...
[There is a long pause.]