When Coffey and Bates storm the mentally disturbed guy's apartment, at the end of the scene a paper coffee cup appears out of nowhere on his desk in the final shot.
Coffey: Figuring that Hollywood commando's going to make you his next leading lady?
Bates: Why don't you do your lounge act for him so he can see what real talent is!
Belker: I'm supposed to spend four whole days giving some Hollywood dirt bag some girl scout tour of this precinct?
Belker: (walks out into hallway to greet his Hollywood charge) C'mon, spittoon face.
Martinez: What we're looking at here is your classic colonial exploitations of the natives!
Coffey: Look, Mr. Smith, we've come to get your telephone. Can you just tell us where it is?
Smith: You'll never find it! I-I dropped it in a time warp… between 1771 and 44 A.D.
Belker: Look, hairball, I'll tell you this: I got stuff that took me two weeks to set up. Tomorrow you find yourself a new babysitter.
Washington: (holding up a bag of drugs) Oh, man, look at all this powdered sugar! What were you doing, my man, making a cake?
Smith: I get a phone call, don't I?
Bates: One ten-cent call. That's it.
Coffey: And no intergalactic area codes, okay?