Ted Danson: Peter Lowenstein

Body Heat

Peter Lowenstein

Miles Hardin: [to the other participants in a meeting concerning Edmund Walker's will] Would anybody mind if I smoked?
[Immediately, everyone else in the meeting except for Peter Lowenstein lights up a cigarette or other tobacco product]
Peter: [after one of the other participants offers him a cigarette] No, I don't need my own, I'll just breathe the air.

Peter: I'm really disappointed in you, Racine. I've been living vicariously off of you for years. You shut up on me now, all I have is my wife.

Peter: Little Heather goes out on the porch, and there's this dude with her Aunt, see? And the guy is turned around with his pants or shorts or whatever dropped, so he's mooning the little girl, right. And he and your friend are going at something that Heather can't quite figure out - which sounds suspiciously, to me, like oral-genital contact - which I'm proud to say is no longer illegal in this state. And the guy turns around to Heather - you follow me so far? Guess what he looks like?
Ned: I don't. know.
Peter: Well, he looks about seven or eight inches long, shiny, and very, very bald.
[laughs]
Peter: Poor little Heather. She'd never seen one angry before. It made quite an impression on her. Yessiree. It's the only thing she can remember about the guy.

Peter: Ned, someday your dick is gonna lead you into a very big hassle. That lady may have just killed her husband.
Ned: She's not going to inherit anything by killing me. Besides, maybe she'll try to fuck me death.

Ned: You look terrible. Don't you sleep?
Peter: I had a dream last night that was so boring it woke me up. I was afraid to go back to sleep.

Peter: I think I've underestimated you, Ned. I don't know why it took me so long. You've started using your incompetence as a weapon.
Ned: My defense was evolving. You guys got scared.

Peter: He's an unhappy man. He thinks he should be in Circuit Court by now. Here he is in a state with really top-notch corruption and he's stuck with the county toilets. I'm surprised you weren't in on that toilet caper.

Peter: Where the hell have you been?
Ned: What do you mean, I been around.
Peter: I've barely seen you for a month. Oh-oh-oh, wait a minute, some new quiff, isn't it?

Peter: I know, I know - you finally got to Glenda. How was it? Did she let you into the no parking zone?

Oscar: You brought this on yourself, man. I don't run this department, you know that. There are people watching this thing. They hear you're out there banging the widow; it tends to call attention to you. So don't give me shit.
Ned: That is my business.
Peter: You mean, that's your fucking business.
Oscar: This whole damn case is getting crazy.