Mark: How's the coffee this morning? Any better?
Ironside: Any reasonably competent judge would send you back to jail for this coffee.
Ironside: If I believed that Andy was still on the take.
Commissioner Randall: Two and two still add up to four, Bob.
Ironside: I never was good at certain kinds of arithmetic.
Adrienne May: Would you like a drink?
Ironside: Why, thank you. Straight please, on the rocks. One of the benefits of my unofficial status is that I can drink during working hours. Always did anyway if I felt like it. But now I have the virtuous feeling that I'm not breaking any rules.
Mark: I drink during the day, I'm shiftless. You belt one down with a beautiful doll and it's all in the line of duty.
Ironside: I couldn't phrase it better myself.
Eve: How'd it go?
Mark: Here he is: blind, roaring drunk!
Eve: I knew we shouldn't have let him see that woman alone.
Ironside: When the general hilarity subsides, I'd like to get back to business.
Ed: I couldn't find any record of any threats or anything like that.
Ironside: People who threaten to get even hardly ever try to follow through when they get out of jail.
Ed: It only takes one.
Commissioner Randall: You're going over a lot of plowed ground.
Ironside: The deeper the furrow, the straighter the stalk.
Commissioner Randall: Who said that?
Ironside: I did!