Lewis: And on that note, I'm shutting up for a minute.
Provenza: You don't want to do that, my friend. We can get you things. Things you want.
Lewis: And that's why I'm not telling you anything else. I have a lot more to say about Christian, but I'm not saying another word until I get something in exchange. And so you know, I have another six years on my sentence, and I don't really feel like doing them.

Nolan: Besides, if you call the Feds in, you'll miss the chance to swoop in and take all the credit.
Davis: Excuse me?
Nolan: I think you heard me.
Davis: I don't care about credit. Captain, if you treat this like one of your typical homicides and another LA police officer is killed, believe me credit will be assigned for that too. [exits]
Provenza: Boyo... I'm not sure that was your best career-making move, but it sure was fun.

Gus: I'll take an Uber. He'll drop me off at the front door, no problem.
Rusty: Gus, please. Can you just wait?
Gus: That's the whole story of our relationship. Me waiting on you.

Rusty: I'm no good to Andrea if I'm confused.
Gus: You're never confused. You do everything, like, so perfect, it's annoying. Stop panicking.

ME: To whom am I sending my prelim?
Raydor: To me, please.
Davis: And to me.

Tao: I thought something was strange about that radio. But I didn't look inside.
Buzz: That bomb could have gone off while you were examining it.
Raydor: Thank God it didn't.
Tao: Because I asked Hailey to process the radio right away. I ordered her to pick up a bomb.

Raydor: What was her name?
Provenza: Hailey Williams. She got up this morning like we all did, went to work, and suddenly... boom.

Provenza: Sanchez, you're pointing to a window with no forced entry. Patrol already told us this.
Sanchez: Patrol rushed. I didn't. Now in this neighborhood you don't let in just anybody. His locks were good. But his windows were cheap.

Provenza: Only once in my career did I jump over a hill while pursuing a suspect. During the riots.
Sykes: Did you catch who you were looking for?
Provenza: No. I lost control of my car and crashed into a Blockbuster. It'll never happen again. There are no more Blockbusters.

Mrs. Harris: You can call it murder if you like. I call it justice, and I think a jury will agree with mme.
Sharon: Well, we will certainly help you test that theory.
Julio: You're under arrest for the murder of Will Sachs.
Mrs. Harris: There is no such person.

Sykes: How did you end up on the night shift, Lieutenant?
Provenza: Well, Tao had his Hollywood job and Sanchez likes to tuck the kid in at night. Little Mark.
Sykes: Think this'll work?
Provenza: Oh yeah. She'll come out in the morning, see her car is vandalized, bring it to her mechanic. We find the other car and presto-chango, Sharon Raydor is the new assistant chief. Okay. Mark this day, people. This could be the end of an era. My last stakeout pizza ever.

Accidents happen. They happen and time goes by and it gets better. That's what everyone said. But they were wrong. Because when you lose a child, time does not go by. It just comes to a dead halt.

Mrs. Harris