- Billy Taggart: I did it to keep a woman.
- Cathleen Hostetler: Then you *do* believe in love.
- Billy Taggart: I believe in loving the one you're with.
- Cathleen Hostetler: Mm, what are you, stupid or Catholic?
- Billy Taggart: Both.
- Carl Fairbanks: Guess we both misjudged Billy, Mayor.
- Carl Fairbanks: Then again you misjudged a lot of us.
- Carl Fairbanks: You thought Billy would rollover; you thought Andrews was sleeping with your wife;
- [pause]
- Carl Fairbanks: you thought I wasn't.
- Mayor Hostetler: You know, women call men dogs. That's to suggest we're somehow untrustworthy or disloyal. But a dog is anything but. And if men are dogs, what the goddamn hell does that make women? You've ever seen a bitch in heat? She will grind herself across the grass to try and get her that itch. And she can find a way to sneak out of the backyard, as any dog will do.
- Mayor Hostetler: There are some wars you fight and some wars you walk away from. This isn't the fighting kind.
- Carl Fairbanks: Nicholas Hostetler, you're under arrest for the murder of Paul Andrews. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
- Mayor Hostetler: Anything I say will be used against you, Carl.
- Carl Fairbanks: You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford one, one will be provided to you.
- Mayor Hostetler: Attorneys? They'll be pulling your dental records by the time I'm done with you.
- Carl Fairbanks: Do you understand these rights as I have described them to you?
- Mayor Hostetler: I understand you're suicidal. You may have forgotten how you got your job, but I have not. Do you really think a jury of my peers in New York City will convict me?
- Carl Fairbanks: I'm just the handcuffs guy.
- Cathleen Hostetler: Did you read the "Times" this morning?
- Mayor Hostetler: No, I did not. I read the "Post", like the rest of New York.
- Cathleen Hostetler: Interesting editorial.
- Mayor Hostetler: That rag is a glorified tabloid for rich people.
- Katy Bradshaw: I got him.
- Billy Taggart: You got him?
- Katy Bradshaw: Oh, I got him. And it's good, Billy.
- Billy Taggart: How good?
- Katy Bradshaw: [taking a print-out from the printer] Ah. Wonderous good.
- Billy Taggart: Wonderous? What, do they teach you that at DeVry?
- Katy Bradshaw: I go to Hunter, asshole.
- Billy Taggart: Are you old enough to drink?
- Katy Bradshaw: You'd be surprised what I'm old enough to do.
- Billy Taggart: Hey, easy, okay?
- Katy Bradshaw: For example, I'm old enough to vote. And it might come of some interest, when casting my ballot, to know that Jack Valliant's campaign manager, a guy named Paul Andrews, is fucking the mayor's wife.
- Billy Taggart: Bullshit.
- Katy Bradshaw: [handing him a printout] And he drives a Lexus.
- Billy Taggart: This is good.
- Katy Bradshaw: It's borderline orgasmic, Billy.
- Billy Taggart: Did you learn that at Hunter, too?
- Katy Bradshaw: Wouldn't you like to know?
- Billy Taggart: Manual windows?
- Katy Bradshaw: Yeah.
- Billy Taggart: That's how you got those masculine forearms.
- Katy Bradshaw: How'd you think I got 'em, from stroking your ego?
- Billy Taggart: Big booty, good. Big forearms, no good.
- Cathleen Hostetler: [to Taggart] You are cut rate. You're cheap to hire, and you're cheaper to throw away.