- Helen Hudson: Fuck you.
- Peter Foley: What?
- Helen Hudson: You heard me, you little twerp. Do you think I'm afraid of you?
- Peter Foley: I know you are.
- Helen Hudson: I know all about you. You're just a sad, second rate, boring, impotent little copycat.
- [laughter]
- Peter Foley: Watch it, bitch, or I will slice that smile off your face, do you hear me?
- Helen Hudson: Daryll Lee couldn't get it up either.
- Peter Foley: DO YOU HEAR ME?
- [Helen spits in Peter's face]
- Peter Foley: Okay, I see, Helen. Nice try. You wanna know a little secret? Huh? I'm on to your trick. I won't kill you fast no matter how much you're gonna want me to.
- M.J. Monahan: Nobody in this department has ever worked a serial case before.
- Lt. Quinn: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. I have.
- M.J. Monahan: The Zodiac, right?
- Lt. Quinn: That's right.
- M.J. Monahan: Did anyone ever catch the Zodiac, sir, or did he die of old age?
- Peter Foley: [on the roof near the climax as Helen is trying to escape] Hey, Helen, it looks like I cured your agoraphobia!
- Helen Hudson: The screams of the victim deaden his pain, the act of killing makes him intensely alive. What he feels next is not guilt, but disappointment. It was not as wonderful as he hoped. Maybe next time, it will be perfect. And as his determination builds to take another life, he plans an obsessive detail, what props he'll bring, what knots he'll tie. Let me ask you guys something, what turns you on? I mean, what really does it for you? Is it a great body? Is it a nice smile? Is it beautiful legs? But what turns on a serial killer is the suffering and death of another human being. Now, I'd like to ask you guys a favor, if you could all please stand up, all the gentlemen in the room, please indulge me for a second. Come on, it's only fair after all the time you spent ogling us.
- [All the men in the room stand to their feet]
- Helen Hudson: Now, would everybody under 20 and over 35 have a seat? And if you're of Asian or African-American descent, you may sit down. Now, Kenny, can you... turn that light on for us, please, so we can get a good look at these guys? Alright, ladies, what do you see? Some pretty cute guys, don't you think? I mean, if one of these fellas asked you out for a drink you'd go, wouldn't you? Well, let me tell you something: 9 out of 10 serial killers are white males, aged 20 to 35 just like these. Albert DeSalvo, Bianchi and Buono, Berkowitz, Dahmer, Ted Bundy... They were quiet, unassuming, even... nice. They held down jobs, they made decent neighbors. Their victims trusted them. The FBI estimates that there could be as many as 35 serial killers cruising for victims even as I speak. Alright, guys, you better sit down, you're scaring me.
- [the men all sit back down]
- Helen Hudson: Serial killers are not a 20th century invention, but we seem to be spawning them in ever greater numbers. The state of Florida spent almost $8,000,000 to electrocute Ted...
- [She thinks she sees Daryl Lee Cullum in the audience, moving his index finger across his next in a slashing motion, while mouthing the words, "You're dead"; she looks around, as her security is prepared to take action; she looks back and realizes, she was only seeing things]
- Helen Hudson: Sorry. Um, the state of Florida spent $8,000,000 to electrocute Ted Bundy. Wouldn't that money have been better spent keeping him confined for life, subjected to intense scientific scrutiny? It's in our best hope to try to identify the Ted Bundys of the future before they kill. Thank you.
- M.J. Monahan: [putting on bulletproof vest] Kind of defeats the purpose of my miracle bra, but who's looking?
- Peter Foley: Did you know, Helen, that more books have been written about Jack the Ripper than Abraham Lincoln? It's a sick world, isn't it, Helen?
- Nicoletti: [Deprecating his tie] What's that around your neck?
- Reuben Goetz: I'd get one of yours, but unfortunately I don't live near K-Mart.
- Daryll Lee Cullum: Dear Conrad: Thank you for your letter. Praise the Lord. I know you must be so happy that He chose to spare Dr. Hudson. The Big Guy moves in mysterious ways, don't He? It just so happens I'm awaiting the arrival of a pair of genuine Helen Hudson undies... signed personal to me. A real collector's item, I'm sure you know. They're yours. But don't forget, a disciple must be strong... if he is to succeed where others fail. Peter strayed from the path and the Lord smote him good. So keep it simple. Then glory is yours... and "vengeance is mine", as the Good Book says. I know you'll get my meaning. Happy hunting, partner. -Daryll Lee Cullum.
- [Discussing the Boston Strangler victim]
- Nicoletti: So... you followed the girl home. Then what?
- Harvey: I killed her.
- Nicoletti: Where did you do that?
- Harvey: It was in the bathtub.
- Nicoletti: Why did you do that?
- Harvey: She was dirty. She was a very dirty girl, very dirty.
- Nicoletti: So do you remember... how many times you stabbed her?
- Harvey: [Thinks for a moment] Eighty-seven.
- Nicoletti: [pause] Harvey...
- Harvey: Yeah?
- Nicoletti: Get the fuck outta here. I got work to do.
- M.J. Monahan: [after the killer hacked her internet address and shows his next victim] Do you remember what she looked like?
- Helen Hudson: Yes. She looked like a girl. She looked like a million other girls. I barely saw her.
- Helen Hudson: Does she do this... this wild-eyed-little-girl routine often?
- Reuben Goetz: Yeah.
- Helen Hudson: Does it work?
- M.J. Monahan: Usually.
- Reuben Goetz: Sometimes.
- Reuben Goetz: The only thing these girls had in common is they all owned vibrators.
- M.J. Monahan: The tool of survival.
- M.J. Monahan: Why is that computer turned off?
- Helen Hudson: [turns around to see a blank screen] Because I turned it off.
- M.J. Monahan: You can't do that.
- Helen Hudson: I believe I can... but would you like me to turn it back on?
- M.J. Monahan: Yeah.
- M.J. Monahan: Oh great, the mouth is here.
- Reuben Goetz: Well, you can end her career, just pop her in the brachial nerve and she's gotta drop the microphone.
- M.J. Monahan: That's a thought.
- Peter Foley: [holding a threatening hypodermic] Now, I'm not going to lie to you. This is going to hurt.
- Reuben Goetz: [to Monahan upon entering the room with take-out food] Bean curd, smoked eel, sushi...
- [notices Nicoletti]
- Reuben Goetz: Oh, Nico! Uh, W-we got prawn tempura, seaweed salad... You want to join us?
- Nicoletti: You kiss your mother after you eat that stuff?
- Reuben Goetz: No. I can kiss you if you like.
- Nicoletti: Go fuck yourself, Reuben.
- Lt. Quinn: The Hudson broad...
- M.J. Monahan: What about her?
- Lt. Quinn: The commissioner thinks, and I agree with him on this, that's she's leakin' like a rusty bucket. Maybe she's trying to hype her new book. I don't know - I don't care! She's just not reliable - especially after lunch.
- Helen Hudson: Serial killers are not a 20th century invention, but we seem to be spawning them in ever greater numbers.
- Helen Hudson: You don't feel fear, do you? One of those people who thinks everything happens for a reason. And we're all Gods chill'n. How nice.