[showing Mitch photos of himself with a prostitute]
Bill DeVasher: Not just screwing, Mitch. All sorts of intimate acts, oral and whatnot, that can be particularly hard for a trusting wife to forgive and IMPOSSIBLE to forget.
Wayne Tarrance: Get me a map of Louisiana. GET ME A MAP OF LOUISIANA!
Avery Tolar: Being a tax lawyer's got nothing to do with the law. It's a game. We teach the rich how to play it so they can stay rich. The IRS keeps changing the rules so we can keep getting rich teaching them. It's a game...
Tommie Morolto: -if only I could get my hands on this kid.
Ruth: I think it's urgent, Mr. Morolto.
Tommie Morolto: Ruth thinks it's urgent, Joey. What do you think?
Ruth: It's a Mr. McDeere. Mr. Mitchell McDerre. He's waiting to see you.
Joey: I think Ruth is right.
Avery Tolar: Abby, the girl on the beach was a setup. They do things like that, in case the other enticements don't work.
Mitch McDeere: [First lines] Son of a bitch! I mean your Honor, that was a hell of a shot.
Tammy: You're taller than I thought.
Ray McDeere: That's good to know.
Avery Tolar: You know, I have a very bad reputation.
Abby McDeere: What do you do?
Avery Tolar: I run around.
Mitch McDeere: [kicking DeVasher] You sick son-of-a-bitch!
Mitch McDeere: How did you see them when they didn't see you?
Tammy: I was under the desk... I was vacuuming the rug; you want me to draw you a diagram?
