Pembleton reading note in dead woman's hand: Oh! Ed did it.
Police Woman: He did, did he?
Pembleton: That's what the note said. "Ed did it."

Pembleton: You're not Catholic and you took communion?
Bayliss: Yeah. Is that wrong?
Pembleton: If my god wins, you're screwed.

Pembleton: Son, I don't usually find myself giving advice. Especially to fourteen-year-old killers. But please listen to me just this one time. Keep your ass to the wall, and don't trust anybody, don't help anybody, don't ask anybody for anything.

Pembleton: You know, sometimes you're funny. Then there's now.

Pembleton: We're not engaged. So don't act like I left you at the altar.

Kellerman: You know, he shouldn't leave a department vehicle running like that.
Lewis: Yeah. Could get stolen.
Kellerman: Lieutenant said take the first car in.
Lewis: We shouldn't.
Kellerman: You're right.
Lewis: Grand theft auto, baby.
Pembleton: You sons of bitches!

Lewis: Hey, look. It's Mr. Sunshine!
Pembleton: Oh, no, no. I'm tired of being the only one around here who gives a damn. You're looking at the new Frank Pembleton. Budding Republican and practicing selfish bastard. Savior of no one but himself. Shot of Gold Natty Bo. This is the new me.

Bayliss: You never say please. You never say thank you.
Pembleton: Please don't be an idiot. Thank you.

Pembleton: This is what's gonna happen. From this moment on, you belong to me. I'm gonna put you on display. You and I will be on prime time and the front page for months and months and months. And you're gonna tell everyone exactly what you stand for, so that others can see how much they like you. Even if they don't know it. Yet. And I'm not gonna stop until your execution. You will not make me a martyr, because I'm a black American. You will be my martyr. For the truth.
Rausch: I guess I do need a lawyer.
Pembleton: Oh yeah.

Pembleton: Where's Brodie?
Munch: PBS aired his documentary. He won an Emmy.
Bayliss: An Emmy? They give those things to anybody.