Deputy Marshal Savannah Cooper: [Royce uses Renfro's sunglasses to pick the lock on the handcuffs] I've never seen that before.
Sam Gerard: I have.
Cosmo Renfro: Yeah, well, the guy just broke my fucking glasses!
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John Royce: I thought we didn't take our work personally.
Sam Gerard: We don't. I do.
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Deputy Marshal Savannah Cooper: [after seeing Royce uses Cosmo's sunglasses to get himself out of Gerard's handcuffs] That's pretty slick.
Cosmo Renfro: Yeah. Pretty slick, the guy just broke my fuckin' glasses.
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[Gerard busts open a bathroom door at the Lorelei building with his gun drawn and finds a terrified elderly man inside]
Sam Gerard: US Marshals, are you in here alone? Are you in here alone?
Elderly Man: Yes!
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Cosmo Renfro: [responding to Michael's statement on the news] 27 stitches my ass.
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Sam Gerard: [Points Shotgun to Head] OK, Michael. Regular or Extra Crispy?
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Sam Gerard: [Seeing Sheridan picking the lock on his handcuffs] Goin' somewhere?
Mark J. Sheridan: Na.
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Deputy Marshal Bobby Biggs: [shouting at Chen to drop his gun] Drop it or I'll Drop you! Do it!
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John Royce: You are really on my very last nerve. You are a mind-boggling pain in my ass.
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Sam Gerard: [watching some surveillance tapes] Hey. it looks like your agent friends are inttercepting this. What do you know about this Royce?
John Royce: I don't know anything.
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Sam Gerard: Cosmo, where are you?
Cosmo Renfro: [shouting over the New York traffic] I'm in traffic! I'm in New York City! Where the hell do you think I am? We're on our way!
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Cosmo Renfro: I think you owe me an apology.
Sam Gerard: I know. I know, but...
Cosmo Renfro: But what?
Sam Gerard: I don't even like you!
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Deputy Marshal Noah Newman: [seeing a Taxi cab leaving the cemetary] What's going on here Sam?
Sam Gerard: I don't know. but, I bet Sheridan does though.
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Stark: [seeing Sheridan taking the cigar boxes, which are supplies for him to acheive his asignment] Now, make sure you take it all. I do'nt want you back here again.
Mark J. Sheridan: You do'nt believe me?
Stark: I'm going as far as I'm prepaired to go. I'll catch the rest on CNN.
[as Sheridan leaves]
Stark: Hey, good luck to you man.
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Catherine Walsh: Never one to be afraid of the obvious. I admire that in a man, Sam.
Sam Gerard: Have I done something?
Catherine Walsh: Yeah. You hit your prisoner while he was in handcuffs; that's against the rules. If he had any brains, he'd sue us.
Sam Gerard: He bit one of my kids; he got smacked on the head! So what?
Catherine Walsh: So what?
Sam Gerard: Yeah. So what?
Catherine Walsh: 27 stitches is "so what."
Sam Gerard: He needed a smack on the head. That's what he got.
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Sam Gerard: Do you have a weapon?
John Royce: Yeah, a big one. How about you?
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Sam Gerard: [looking at Royce's Gun] Got a back-up weapon?
John Royce: Never had the need.
Sam Gerard: Get one.
[hands back Royce's gun]
Sam Gerard: Keep it in your suit unless I tell you to take it out. Get yourself a glock and lose that nickel platted sisy pistol.
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Cosmo Renfro: Sam.
Sam Gerard: Cosmo.
Cosmo Renfro: We're still at the Chinese Consolate. No sign of Chen since he went in.
Sam Gerard: Get the N.Y.P.D. on him. I want you and Royce here at Queens Hills Cemetary.
Cosmo Renfro: Where the hell is Queens Hills Cemetary?
Sam Gerard: Ask a cop.
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Sam Gerard: You play any tricks, I gotta shoot you!
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John Royce: [seeing Cosmo about to light up a cigar] Would you mind not lighting that?
Cosmo Renfro: [continuing to light up his Cigar] Yes.
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[after Gerard puts John Royce in handcuffs]
John Royce: Is this guy crazy?
Cosmo Renfro: No, but he's a carrier.
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Sam Gerard: Remember, Sheridan could be anywhere people, stay alive.
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Cosmo Renfro: The Great Sam Gerard.
Sam Gerard: Yes, I am.
Cosmo Renfro: And you always have to win.
Sam Gerard: Yes, I do.
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[while pulling a concealed gun from his suit]
John Royce: I guess you'll just have to slap the cuffs on me, and take me in...
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[after killing Royce]
Sam Gerard: Welcome home Mark, wanna start running again?
Mark J. Sheridan: I think I'm going back to bed.
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Catherine Walsh: [seeing Lamb standing up] Do'nt get up Mr. Lamb. You make a better target sitting down.
Bertram Lamb, Security Service Director: I'm guessing that our visit does not deliver our fugitive.
Catherine Walsh: Not with all of the horseshit you've been handing us.
Bertram Lamb, Security Service Director: Excuse me?
Catherine Walsh: For starters, the fingerprints you have planted at the scene.
[shows a picture of a hand of a mysterious figure holding a briefcase]
Catherine Walsh: You want the illustrated version?
[hands Lamb the picture]
Bertram Lamb, Security Service Director: [after looking at the picture] Can you excuse us gentlemen?
[the men that were in Lamb's meeting leave]
Special Agent Frank Barrows: Where did you get these photographs?
Catherine Walsh: Off of U.N. surveillance tapes.
Special Agent Frank Barrows: That is highly classified material.
Bertram Lamb, Security Service Director: Do you know anything about this agent Barrows?
Special Agent Frank Barrows: I'll look into it.
Sam Gerard: I'll tell you what you should look into, is how you got those fingerprints in the first place, but let me save you the trouble because you had them on file because our boy worked for you just like the two dead guys. Is that right or wrong?
Catherine Walsh: [sternly] We want some answers Mr. Lamb. Or I'm on the next plane to Washington.
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Sam Gerard: [refering to the glock as he is changing clips] These thingsd are so cool. They can shoot underwater, Pour sand in them and they'll shoot. They shoot every time.
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John Royce: [showing Marie pictures of the dead agents] This is Sam Harmon, one of my friends, Sheridan killed him with his own bare hands. So was Neil Kazunski. Kazunski had three little kids.
Marie Bineaux, Mark's Girlfriend: Stop Doing this to me. Even if I knew this man. It's not a crime, he's done nothing wrong. I haven't heard from him.
Deputy Marshal Noah Newman: So, you *do* know him.
John Royce: You just lied to us.
Deputy Marshal Noah Newman: That's a federal offense.
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Detective Caldwell: Hello Mr. Warren. I'm detective Caldwell.
[Hands Sheridan a peice of paper]
Mark J. Sheridan: [looks at the peice of paper] Yeah. Let me help you with that. That's not me.
Detective Caldwell: Well, are you aware that it is illeagal to carry a hand gun in Chicago?
Mark J. Sheridan: Hey. Have you tried to drive a truck on the damn ribe at 4 o'clock in the morning without a handgun?
Detective Caldwell: Well, what about 63rd street parking garage in New York City?
Mark J. Sheridan: What about it?
Detective Caldwell: Ever been to New York?
Mark J. Sheridan: Nope.
Detective Caldwell: Never?
Mark J. Sheridan: Never.
Detective Caldwell: Then, you wouldn't know about the double homicide that took place there last January.
Mark J. Sheridan: Guess not.
Detective Caldwell: The evidence that we've researched from there flagged this.
[opens up another piece of paper]
Detective Caldwell: This is a federal arrest warrent for Mark Robberts. The Prints from the crime scene, match yours
Mark J. Sheridan: [looks at the warrent] This is bullshit.
[trying to stay calm]
Mark J. Sheridan: Let me talk to a lawyer.
Detective Caldwell: you'll get one after your prosecution hearing.
[2 people come to restrain Sheridan]
Detective Caldwell: You're going back to New York, Mr. Robberts.
Mark J. Sheridan: [being restrained] Back? I've never even been to New York. What are you talking about? I know nothing about a double homicide.
Detective Caldwell: Get'em out of here.
Mark J. Sheridan: I'm Telling you, you've got the wrong man.
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