Mayor: You're a magnificent cunt.
Madeliene White: [smiles condescendingly] Thank you.

Det. Bill Mitchell: This is bullshit, man. I mean, we're the only ones left trying to catch the bad guys and they're gonna come after us like that? Tell you what, every one of your accusers, man, I say we go after 'em all, Keith, Michael Corleone style. Michael Corleone, do you renounce Satan? Yes, I renounce him. Ptshusshh! Ptshusshh!
Keith Frazier:
There's no 392.
Det. Bill Mitchell: Huh?
Keith Frazier: Safety deposit box number 392: according to these records, it doesn't exist. Pin-stripe, mayonnaise, lying motherfucker.

Dalton Russell: [observing the violence of Brian's GTA game] Jesus, what's the point of this?
Brian Robinson: Like my man 50 says, get rich or die tryin'. Yo, you get mad points for knocking over the bank.
Dalton Russell: You think that's cool?
Brian Robinson: Hell, yeah. You trying to get paid too.

Vikram Walia: Detective Frazier my ass, where's my fucking turban?

[last lines]
Sylvia: C'mon, baby. The handcuffs are gettin' cold...