John Royce:
I thought we didn't take our work personally.

Sam Gerard:
We don't. I do.

John Royce:
Is this guy crazy?

Cosmo Renfro:
No, but he's a carrier.

Cosmo Renfro:
The Great Sam Gerard.

Sam Gerard:
Yes, I am.

Cosmo Renfro:
And you always have to win.

Sam Gerard:
Yes, I do.

Sam Gerard:
Do you have a weapon?

John Royce:
Yeah, a big one. How about you?

John Royce:
You are really on my very last nerve. You are a mind-boggling pain in my ass.

Catherine Walsh:
Never one to be afraid of the obvious. I admire that in a man, Sam.

Sam Gerard:
Have I done something?

Catherine Walsh:
Yeah. You hit your prisoner while he was in handcuffs; that's against the rules. If he had any brains, he'd sue us.

Sam Gerard:
He bit one of my kids; he got smacked on the head! So what?

Catherine Walsh:
So what?

Sam Gerard:
Yeah. So what?

Catherine Walsh:
27 stitches is "so what."

Sam Gerard:
He needed a smack on the head. That's what he got.

Cosmo Renfro:
I think you owe me an apology.

Sam Gerard:
I know. I know, but...

Cosmo Renfro:
But what?

Sam Gerard:
I don't even like you!

Sam Gerard:
Get yourself a Glock, and get rid of that nickel-plated sissy-pistol. Put that back in your suit and don't take it out unless I tell you to.

Sam Gerard:
US Marshals, are you in here alone? Are you in here alone?

Sam Gerard:
Welcome home Mark, wanna start running again?

John Royce:
I guess you'll just have to slap the cuffs on me, and take me in...

Sam Gerard:
Remember, Sheridan could be anywhere people, stay alive.