If you keep [Sue] happy, there is literally nothing I won't do for you.

Herbie [to Red]

She senses your fear. For God's sake, Herbie, you need to relax.

Red [to Herbie]

Let's go find the bastard who did this.

Park [to Ressler]

Red: When nothing makes sense in the light, we have to search in the dark.
Panabaker: I had a feeling you'd understand.

This is difficult enough, Raymond. Let's just cut to the gristle.

Panabaker [to Red]

Ressler: What funhouse hell is going on here?
Dembe: Whatever it is, they left in a hurry.

The thing's more communicative than I am. Which isn't saying much, but still.

Park [to Harold]

Remarry. Assume the worst. Hope for the best.

Red [to Matilda]

What's turning Chrissie murderous?

Dembe

Cassandra: I do love you, Raymond. But I think I love to hate you more.
Red: My dear, you may have just written my epitath.

Look at you, rising above. I find that annoying winsome.

Cassandra [to Red]

Weecha: And what business is that?
Cassandra: I take things that aren't mine.