Eva: New York State Penal Code, 245.01.
John: Is this a test?
Eva: Bans public nudity, unless you're breastfeeding.
John: Well, I use a pump.
Callie Burnett: (after John flashes back) Amsterdam, Where do you go when you do that? It's like you're here but you're not here.
John: It's because I'm there.
Omar: (sees John, naked, swimming at the pool) Ain't you got no shame?
Omar: What if some kid walked in, saw you in your particulars?
John: He'd get what he deserves, sneaking into a closed facility.
Omar: That's what you're doin'.
John: Well I have a key.
Omar: From 1935.
John: Just because you look older, Omar, doesn’t mean you are. I can do without the advice.
Eva: (discussing a case) Sounds like a ground ball.
John: Maybe. I hate baseball metaphor.
Detective Santori: FYI, I told Burnett you're at psychological counseling.
Eva: Wishful thinking.
John: To actors.
Olivia Behrendt: Whatever their profession.
Nash: If you come across him, watch your ass. He’s armed and dangerous.
John: What a coincidence. So are we.
Callie Burnett: Where do you think you're going?
John: Therapy. I'm working through my feelings of homicidal rage.
Olivia Behrendt: Ah, your scars. Does each one come with a story?
John: What can I say? I'm easily hurt.
Olivia Behrendt: Ditto. Falling for a grifter is a recipe with for heartbreak.
John: Ditto with actresses.
Olivia Behrendt: You never know what's real.
John: I won't kiss your ass, which isn't that great by the way, the way you twitch it around here. You'd think it's one of the seven wonders of the modern world.
Callie Burnett: Amsterdam, I only want to know one thing.
Callie Burnett: Did you mean what you said about my ass?
Sara: (to John) That bullet, when it went through your heart, it killed something. It killed us.