Fontana quotes from Law & Order

Green

If you don't talk, I'm sure Granados will.

I thought you don't know where he is.

Green

Oh, we're gonna find him. Doctors say in his condition he ain't gonna get that far.

[leans in close and whispers] You know what I've got here, tovarisch? Huh? In about ten seconds, I'm gonna start smilin' like a village idiot and peelin' off hundred dollar bills onto your shiny brass bar.

What are you talkin' about?

And then my partner here is gonna start droppin' "thank yous" and "tell us more" like there's no tomorrow.

Green

Which means, if your friends back there aren't deaf, dumb, and blind, you're gonna have a little trouble.

Don't.... I don't know why he was here. I put him on books as favor.

Green

A favor to who? Andropov? [silence] Where's Granados?

Here comes the first C-note. Is there anything you'd like us to tell your widow?

How's Lowenstein?

He's still on the critical list.

I hope he lingers a long time in excruciating pain.

[during a search of his apartment] You guys gonna put everything back?

Green

That's your problem.

Doesn't seem fair.

The Fourth Amendment protects you against unlawful search and seizure. It doesn't say anything about being neat.

Do me a favor and read this crumb his rights. I don't have the guts for it.

Green

Me, neither. But I don't want there to be any technical difficulties.

Green

Have a seat, Mr. Levin.

I have a meeting in an hour. [Green pushes him into a chair] I could reschedule if you think this is gonna take a long time.

How does 20 to life sound to you?

A bolt action Remington model 700. A fine deer rifle. I had one just like it as a kid.

Lt. Van Buren

You hunt?

Oh yeah. My uncle Phil used to take us up to Door County, Wisconsin to hunt whitetail. Of course, I always preferred using a bow. It kinda levels the playing field.

Lt. Van Buren

Mm-hmm. And the deer, what kind of weapons did they use?

Same as the cow.

Is that a threat?

Why, no, Mr. Arlen, that's not a threat. A threat would be more like ... If you mouth off to us one more time, I'm gonna break your jaw. And when you're on the ground, I'm gonna kick you in your ribs until you spit blood, you cheap shyster. That would be a threat. This is more like a request.

McCoy

Are you alright?

I'm thinking, Mr. McCoy. Just thinking.

The porn world is gonna be in mourning tonight.

I wonder what they fly at half-mast.

Van Buren

Now, this may come as a surprise, but I know all about Samantha Savage.

Why, Lieutenant.

Van Buren

Please. I've got two teenage boys. She's huge on the web. A top-tier adult video star. Her autobiography came out a couple of months back, bestseller.

Next thing you're gonna tell me, she's on Oprah's Book Club.

Samantha Savage was a home video hooker who couldn't write a sentence if you spotted her the noun and the verb. I came up with the idea for the book, found the ghostwriter, edited the manuscript, chose the cover art. I took that silicone-stuffed bimbo and turned her into a best-selling author. How does she repay me? By taking her follow-up how-to sex manual to Knopf.

So you made her a success, and she runs off to the competition?

In a nutshell.

That would have made me mad as hell.

Oh, you have no idea.

[after Verick is found murdered] How many people did this guy screw over at his company?

300. Throw in the family and friends of Oscar Salazar, that's a lot of suspects.

And a lot of justice.

Real piece of work. That's Lorraine Dillon. The blonde is April Troost, her daughter. 25, IQ off the charts, but good luck trying to find a heartbeat.

You had 'em on racketeering?

And they walked. Not this time.

You realize this is a long shot?

Sullivan died trying to call me. You were right. This was personal.

[points at Lorraine's black eye] What happened to your face?

Would you believe it? A sailing accident.

No, I wouldn't.

Too bad. It's the truth.

From what I know, you wouldn't know the truth if it handed you a business card.

You arrested me because of what I stand for, not because of what you think I did.

We arrested you because you're a bomb-throwing phony.