Agent St. Anne: John... I'm running out of questions... and you're running out of lies.
Agent St. Anne: You don't know if Tuesdays come in twos or happening once a week.
Freddy Ross: You think if she could see she'd hang around with an old dog like you? Your stomach's going around to meet itself behind your back.
Sgt. John Berlin: Bullshit. I'm in my prime, baby.
Freddy Ross: Bits.
Sgt. John Berlin: What do you mean "bits"?
Freddy Ross: Policeman's bodies age at different rates. Look at me... I got a belly in its 50's, my balls are in their 60's and my feet are in their 80's.
Freddy Ross: Find yourself a farmer's daughter with nice big fucking tits and shake that bye-bye.
Freddy Ross: How does anyone, dead as this, loose a knife?
Freddy Ross: Look at those amazingly bosoms.
Freddy Ross: I suppose I'm drinking myself sober.
Trimble: You really are the working part of an asshole, Berlin.