McCloud

Murray Gutman: You've made quite a reputation for yourself in this town, Marshal. McCloud: Well, it's blown up quite a bit.

Nidavah Ritzach: I like you, Marshal McCloud. McCloud: Well, feelin's mutual.

Chief Clifford: (To McCloud, unhappily.) How many times do you have to be taken off a case before the message comes through?

(In a diner, after a call for help in the middle of the night.) McCloud: Joe, 'preciate ya meetin' me here. Sgt. Broadhurst: Yeah, I'm a nice guy. Don't forget to testify to that at my divorce.

Chief Clifford: (As McCloud enters his office.) Come on in, McCloud. I didn't think the night could get any worse, but I... forgot the unexpected.

(McCloud makes a telephone call, no answer, he rushes out.) Chief Clifford: Where's he going in such a hurry? Sgt. Broadhurst: He didn't say. Chief Clifford: Who was he calling? Sgt. Broadhurst: He didn't say. Chief Clifford: What did he say? Sgt. Broadhurst: Nothing.

(Nidavah Ritzach knows her way around New York.) Murray Gutman: Ever drive a cab? Nidavah Ritzach: No. Only tanks.

(McCloud's Central Park shootout makes the front page and excites TV criticism.) Chief Clifford: McCloud, I have no choice but to take you off the case, and by off I mean OFF. I don't want to hear about it, I don't want to talk about it, I don't want to feel you're even thinking about it.

Chief Clifford: (To Sgt. Broadhurst.) This is his work. I can feel it. There's a lump in the pit of my stomach that's got McCloud written on it.

Chief Clifford: (On the way to Times Square.) Faster, Broadhurst. Hell for leather.

Murray Gutman: (To Nidavah Ritzach.) I've been with Lomto Cab Company... thirty-one years. It was great in the old days. Right after the war. A small independent company tryin' to make it. Things change. New people take over.

Keith Hampton: (On his balcony overlooking the city at night, to Det. Simms.) The reason I'm up here is that they're down there, trying to grab a pinch of ecstasy. Fast rush. (Winks.) Nickel ride. Only difference is... I have an expensive way to live, they have an expensive way to die.

Nidavah Ritzach: (To McCloud.) It was easy for you to kill my brother. You'll not find it so easy to kill a soldier in the Israeli Army.