Dr. Bill Capa: Always guess the cliche, and you won't be disappointed.
Dr. Bill Capa: In the what-I-wait-for department, you're it baby.
Hector Martinez: I probably fucked and/or arrested half of these people's parents.
Dr. Bill Capa: What do you give a suicidal patient who's got everything?
Dr. Bob Moore: A parachute. I heard it already.
Dr. Bill Capa: If I had known it was your birthday, I'd have come by tomorrow.
Hector Martinez: Me too.
Hector Martinez: Hey! Listen up, you fucking daffodils! You gonna leave me hanging here all night, huh? Get me down, you goddamn cuckoos! Get me some fucking Band-Aids! Come on, you fucking daffodils! Get me out of here.
Sondra Dorio: I'm sorry. Class was really, really, really late.
Casey Heinz: What class is that? Advanced cunnilingus for the single woman or C.P.R. for pleasure and gain?
Hector Martinez: If you don't tell 'em, I'll have to tell 'em. Am I the person to break the news to these people? 'Listen up you fuckin' daffodils. Your shrink is dead. Which means that all the time, effort and love you put in this relationship is wasted. You're gonna remain as fucked up as you are, or get worse.'.
Hector Martinez: You're talkin' to me about an issue of confidentiality?
Dr. Bill Capa: Similar to the Miranda oath.
Hector Martinez: If a friend of mine got killed and the only thing between the killer and me was Miranda you know what I would do? Huh? I'd fuck Miranda up the ass. But don't tell anybody, because it's a matter of confidentiality.
Child's Giggly Voice: Suck my tinkertoy.
