Sgt. Enright's first speech to the Academy was titled The Importance of Proper Reporting Procedures in Felony Investigations.
Sally's protest sign read, "NO BREAD FOR BREAD".
Sgt. Enright's second speech to the Academy was titled "The Care and Maintenance of Police Property."
Sally: Well, the moral of this story is you can't fight city hall.
Mildred: (To Andy.) Try not to fall in this one, it took me all day to bake it.
Mac: Ridden in a helicopter?
Enright: Actually, Sir, I'm more of a balloon man. I mean, I'm full of hot air, but I can rise to the occasion.
Mac: Oh good.
Beatrice: Sally, don't you worry about a thing. I'm an excellent judge of human nature, and this man has no intention of shooting you.
Sally: Beatrice, he's a murderer.
Beatrice: Oh, that was just poison. Not the same thing at all.
Beatrice: Sally, isn't it wonderful? Mr. Halsey isn't a murderer, just a crook.
Halsey: No, just a businessman, Mrs. McMillan.
Halsey: You're really incredible, Mrs. McMillan.
Beatrice: Flattery does not impress me, Sir.
Halsey: Don't lecture me, Mrs. McMillan. The corporate world is a snake pit, as you're discovering. Men like myself survive any way we can.
(Beatrice proposes to make coffee.)
Beatrice: How do you want it cooked, black?
Sally: I think that would be best.
(After second murder attempt on Andy in hospital.)
Mac: What happened to the guard?
Sally: Oh, he had to step down the hall for a minute.
Mac: What for?!
Sally: Well, even guards have to step down the hall for a minute.
Winfield: (Toast after a round of golf.) Here's sand in your bunker.
Beatrice: Are you placing me under house arrest?
Mac: No, of course not!
Beatrice: Then, in a word, bug off.
Sally: That's two words, Beatrice.
Beatrice: Two words.
Beatrice: Sergeant, be a dear. There are a few reporters out there, and I'd like them to take a few pictures when you slap me in irons.
Sally: I really should tell you I'm the commissioner's wife.
Sergeant: Yeah, yeah, yeah. And I suppose the old biddy's his mother.
Beatrice: That's lovely. He recognized me!
Sgt. Muldare: (After dropping her papers.) I hope to be made a Captain by the time I'm thirty, if I can get someone to notice me.
Mac: I don't think that's a major problem.
Perkins: What makes you think you can buy a city official for ten dollars?
Beatrice: He's right, Buck. Give him twenty.