- Det. Sgt. Jennifer Thatcher: My father flew with the RAF. He said there were only three things wrong with the Yanks: 'oversexed, overpaid and over here'.
- Brannigan: I really walked into that one - and deserved it. I'm sorry.
- Det. Sgt. Jennifer Thatcher: Might we start again, sir?
- Brannigan: Why? We're doing fine.
- Brannigan: Commander, it's my breakfast time. I'd sure like, uh, two over easy, some bacon crisp, and a short stack.
- Cmdr. Charles Swann: [to the waiter] Right. I think what my guest would like is two eggs lightly fried on either side, a couple rashers of bacon, and a modest portion of pancakes.
- Brannigan: Not too modest on the pancakes.
- Cmdr. Charles Swann: This isn't Chicago, you know, Brannigan.
- Brannigan: That's right, commander. You can't buy a decent burger any place... .
- [unintelligible]
- [Brannigan approaches a motorcyclist who has just thrown a bag in the Thames]
- Brannigan: Can you swim?
- Motorcycle Courier: Yes.
- Brannigan: Go get it!
- [pushes motorcyclist into the river]
- [Larkin employed Gorman the hitman to plant a bomb in Brannigan's flat. It has just gone off, blowing a hole in the wall through which the Albert Memorial is visible]
- Brannigan: [ironically] Larkin paid twenty-five grand to get me that view.
- Brannigan: Kinda strange, having a couple of cops advise you on what's in your client's best interest.
- Mel Fields: Knock it off, Brannigan. If Larkin's friends in Chicago find out I'm in bed with the Yard, they'll part my hair with a blowtorch!
- [to Brannigan]
- Cmdr. Charles Swann: [yells] I've asked you politely. Now I'll ask you impolitely. Give me that gun!
- [Brannigan has used a revolver wrapped in a plastic bag to coerce Angell into revealing the whereabouts of Ben Larkin. Brannigan then puts the weapon on the table and telephones police headquarters]
- Brannigan: You must be getting old, Angell, trying to push second-rate paper like this.
- [Brannigan reaches the desk sergeant and doesn't notice that Angell has taken the gun in the plastic bag]
- Angell: Turn around, big man!
- Brannigan: Angell, you're a real bush-leaguer.
- Angell: Oh yeah?
- [Angell squeezes the gun's trigger, but it clicks empty]
- Brannigan: Oh, you know something, I don't think it's loaded.
- Angell: [flying into a rage] Why you dirty lousy mick! You got no rules! You got no...!
- [Brannigan grabs a piece of wood and clobbers Angell, who falls unconscious onto the table. Brannigan ties him up while the desk sergeant on the phone yells for him]
- Brannigan: [to the phone] Nice to be wanted.
- Angell: [waking up] Listen Brannigan, you're dead! There's a contract out on you!
- [Brannigan tosses the empty gun on the table next to Angell]
- Brannigan: Try explaining that to your parole officer.
- Cmdr. Charles Swann: [Speaking of the private automobile that Brannigan commandeered for his police chase and that he wrecked] Incidentally, regarding that automobile, where would you like it shipped?
- Brannigan: Huh?
- Cmdr. Charles Swann: You bought it, you know.