The Practice, Season 4

Richard Bay:
"There are heroes in this world. They're called district attorneys. They don't get to have clients - people who smile at them at the end of the trial; who look them in the eye and say thank you. Nobody's there to appreciate the district attorney because we work for the state. And our gratitude comes only from knowing there's a tide out there. A tide the size of a tsunami coming out of a bottomless cesspool. A tide called crime which if left unchecked will rob every American of his freedom. A tide which strips individuals of the privilege of being able to walk down a dark street or to take $20 out of an ATM machine without fear of being mugged. All Congress does is talk. It's the district attorney who grabs his sword, who digs into the trenches and fights the fight; who dogs justice day after day after day without thanks; without so much as a simple pat on the back. But we do it. We do it. We do it because we are the crusaders. The last frontier of American justice. Knowing that if a man cannot feel safe, he can never, never, feel free."

Bobby:
Here we go!

Lindsay:
Don't "here we go" me! If you "here we go" me one more time I am going to scream, okay? Do you hear me?

Bobby:
Listen to yourself!

Lindsay:
Ooh, and I hate that one too. Listen to yourself. "Here we go" and "Listen to yourself". If you ever say those in our marriage, I will scream!! Okay? It's good to know these things before we become husband and wife. You know, this is very, very healthy!

[Lindsay storms out.]

Lucy:
[to Bobby, smiling]Well. It's nice to know you can make her scream.

[Bobby and Lindsay are getting their marriage license.]

Clerk:
[to Lindsay]Oh, your initials are LSD. Isn't that funny?

Bobby:
Lindsay, I've only had two dreams my whole life. One was to pitch for the Red Sox, the other was to meet and marry the most wonderful woman in the whole world. One for two isn't bad. Now, if I could just get you to take a little medication for your mood swings... [touches her face]

Lindsay:
Is that so? [bends his finger backwards]

Bobby:
Ow, ow, oh, okay, okay. Uncle!