Tim Collin:
Mercy.

Luther Whitney:
I'm fresh out.

Bartender Red:
Your life could be a whole lot simpler if you could learn to operate a VCR.

Luther Whitney:
You're the only family I have.

Kate Whitney:
Luther, you don't have me.

Michael McCarty:
...You are a salesman, sir.

Walter Sullivan:
Selling sin is easy.

Luther Whitney:
Go down a rope in the middle of the night? If I could do that, I'd be the star of my AARP meetings.

Luther Whitney:
I've got to go have my pacemaker checked, it has been so exciting talking to you.

Medical Examiner:
Looks like he tried to strangle her.

Seth Frank:
He strangled her, then he went to the door to shoot her from behind?

Medical Examiner:
He also inspected her vagina.

Seth Frank:
He did WHAT? Why?

Laura Simon:
Maybe he didn't remember that he did her.

Seth Frank:
A strong burglar with a weak mind. Obviously another open-and-shut case.

Seth Frank:
Why does he bother to dig a slug out of the wall when he knows there's already another one stuck in her head?

Laura Simon:
Uh, different from the one in her body?

Seth Frank:
Two guns means two burglars. They broke in together, they both went out the window? That's bullshit! And by the way, why did he, or they, go out the window in the first place when he, or they, got in by breaking a zillion-dollar security system?

Seth Frank:
I hate it when people say that. "Just part of my job." It IS your fucking job.

Kate Whitney:
Do you know what it's like to be the only kid in the first grade who got to talk about visiting day?

Kate Whitney:
Why'd you come?

Luther Whitney:
I couldn't have you thinking I was a murderer.

Kate Whitney:
No, I mean why did you come to the restaurant this afternoon? You must have suspected something, or else you wouldn't have been prepared.

Luther Whitney:
My daughter wanted to see me.

Kate Whitney:
Why didn't you go to the police? That's what innocent people do.

Luther Whitney:
Sure. And that nice young man who was just here, he'd take my word over the President of the United States's?

Kate Whitney:
Well, why should I believe you?

Luther Whitney:
Because I swear to you, Kate. I swear to you on Mattie's grave. Yeah, that's right. Your mother's grave, I'd kill myself before I lied about that.

Kate Whitney:
Oh Jesus, Luther.

Luther Whitney:
Yeah, I know.

Gloria Russell:
Allen, did you have sex with her?

Allen Richmond:
I... I don't know.

Gloria Russell:
Bill, I need you to examine her.

Bill Burton:
I'm no gynecologist.

Gloria Russell:
I just made you one!

Bill Burton:
Oh, Christ...

Walter Sullivan:
I'd been married to my Rebecca for forty-seven years. When she died, I decided I never wanted that pain again. One thing I knew about Christy, she was going to outlive me.

Luther Whitney:
You heartless whore!