Jumpin' Jack Flash

Terry Doolittle:
I'm a little black woman in a big silver box.

Terry Doolittle:
Do the world a favor! Get yourself an office! With a desk! And a lamp!

Terry Doolittle:
This is great. I'm down on the docks at 1:30 in the morning. I might as well pin a hundred dollar bill to my butt and scream "Victim here! Victim here!"

Terry Doolittle:
Mick, Mick! Speak English!

Terry Doolittle:
A hooker? What the f*** do you think I was doing down there, giving blowj*bs to goldfish?

Terry Doolittle:
I didn’t know that’s what happens when you mix Exlax and Tea.

Terry Doolittle:
What the f*** you people running here Wild Kingdom?

Terry Doolittle:
I was raised by two lesbians? Come on, Mick. F*** a duck!

Mr. Van Meter:
Do you mean you are a civilian? You don't know anything about this, do you?

Terry Doolittle:
I don't know dick about this! Except some guy calling himself "Jumpin' Jack Flash" taps into my computer! Telling me I gotta go to his house and get a frying pan! To call Van Halen... Van Marsen... Van Meter!

Terry Doolittle:
Drag the river! There are killers running around the f***ing city!

Detective:
How would you like me to wash your mouth out with a wire brush?

Terry Doolittle:
How would you like if I kicked you in the nuts so hard they get lodged in your f***ing nostrils?

Marty Phillips:
My, what was a vivid image, wasn't it?

Detective:
Is she on some kind of medication?

Marty Phillips:
Not that I know of. Are you on some kind of medication?

Terry Doolittle:
Marty! You know, you can talk directly to me, a**hole.

Terry Doolittle:
What is it with you people? Every time you see a black woman there has to be a pimp or a John? What, do you think there's good business on the pier for hookers? Do you think I'm giving blow jobs down there to goldfish?

Doug:
Awwww. Why did you do that? It's almost time for Leave it to Brezhnev.

Terry Doolittle:
No it's not. It's time for Gilligan's Goulag.

Terry Doolittle:
Look, he's been shopping at Walgreen's again. He's got his Brut collection.

Doug:
At least I'm always ready for women.

Terry Doolittle:
Hey man, try some soap, you know?

Doug:
I did. It got lonely.

Terry Doolittle:
I got diseases... I got sh*t that will make your dick fall off!

Jack:
Knock knock.

Terry Doolittle:
Leave me alone.

Jack:
I'm sorry. Unavoidably delayed in London. Queen thanks you.

Terry Doolittle:
[typing] Frankly, I don't give a sh*t about the queen. I did give a sh*t about you however. I sat in that restaurant feeling stupid. And hurt.

Terry Doolittle:
[stops typing] I mean, what happened to you? All you had to do was come and say "hi" or "thanks" or something. I mean you just left me sitting there. But no, you sent me to a restaurant with shitty bread sticks.

Jack:
Sorry. I still want to to take you to dinner.

Terry Doolittle:
[typing] Next time I'm in London, I'll look you up