Feet of clay are heavy to carry around. That’s what the whiskey’s for.
I love bartending; it involves two of my favorite things: drinking and ignoring people.
When crooks become more popular than cops, that’s anarchy.
We can do this the hard way or the easy way, and I’m wearing my nicest suit, so I prefer the easy way.
You, my friend, are a monkey riding a racehorse.
What you know about me, Jim, is just the tip of the iceberg. There are no heroes here.
We are who we are, right? No use fighting it.
This is just a classic case of wrong place, wrong time. One man takes another man’s skull in his bare hands and crushes it. I see it all the time.
The little things mater. Act by act, deed by deed, it means something. Even if no one notices, or cares.
Nobody’s telling the truth. This is Gotham.
Idealists, always looking to walk the straight line. Gotham doesn’t have straight lines, it’s got twists and turns and dead ends.
I’m a cop, the only thing I’m scared of is decaf coffee.
