Jennifer LopezQuotes

Grace Santiago: [staggers towards platform women; pretending to be drunk; pulls her sleeves and clenches her fists as she runs towards them] Hey! Hey! That's my man! Get your hands off my man! Are you bitches crazy? You wanna get hurt, that's what it is!

Woman on Platform: We're sorry, we didn't know it was your man!

Grace Santiago: [tries to attack them] Get the hell outta here! Yeah, you better run!

Woman on Platform: [to her friend as they leave the station] It's your fault! You started it!

Woman on Platform: Me? I didn't start anything!

Grace Santiago: [to John] I turn my back for one minute and you're doggin me?

John: They were huuge!!

Charlie: [back at the booth] Oh, she's beautiful.

Grace Santiago: [positioning John on the poles] Now, you wait right there, all right. You wait right there, and don't you let me see you talkin to -

Grace Santiago: [gives a male passerby a dirty look] You nasty. What you lookin at? I could kick your ass, too. Shit.

Ricki: It’s turkey time.

Larry Gigli: Huh?

Ricki: Gobble, gobble.

Karen Sisco: You think I'll shoot you?

Jack Foley: If you don't someone else will.

Karen Sisco: Put the gun down.

Jack Foley: I'm not going back.

Karen Sisco: Jack please don't make me do this. Put the gun down.

Jack Foley: No more timeouts.

Jack Foley: There's something I want you to know. I wasn't just looking for a fuck, if that's what you're thinking.

Karen Sisco: Or, I was...

Jack Foley: Why are you mad?

Karen Sisco: I was looking for some kinky thrill...you know, score with the bank robber. The way some women go for rough trade...

Jack Foley: All right. Now I can say that I fucked a U.S. Marshal. Do you think I will?

Karen Sisco: I don't know.

Jack Foley: Mm-hmm. Come here. I know a guy...walks into a bank with a bottle, tells everybody it's nitroglycerin. He scores some cash off of the teller. On his way out, he drops the bottle. It cracks on the floor. He slips in it. He smacks up his head. They get him. The nitroglycerin was canola oil. I know more fucked-up bank robbers than ones that know what they're doing. I doubt one in ten could tell you where the dye pack is. Most bank robbers are fucking morons. For you to go to bed with one for kinky thrills, like you were saying, makes you as dumb as they are. Now, you are not dumb. Why would you think that? Why would you think that I would think that?

Karen Sisco: You're not dumb.

Jack Foley: Well, I don't know about that. I mean, you can't do three falls and think you have much of a brain.

Karen Sisco: What were you going to do with me?

Jack Foley: I hadn't really worked that part out yet. All I knew is that I liked you, and that I didn't wanna...leave you there on the side of the road and never see you again.

Karen Sisco: Then you waved to me in that elevator.

Jack Foley: Yeah, I wasn't sure if you caught that.

Karen Sisco: I couldn't believe it.

Jack Foley: By that time I had been...thinking about you a lot...and just wondering what it would be like if we met, if we could take a time-out.

Karen Sisco: I was thinking the same thing. I kept thinking, "What if we took a time-out?

Jack Foley: If we... just spent some time together.

Karen Sisco: [at the hotel bar] So tell me, Gary, what do you do for a living?

Jack Foley: How far do you want to go with this?

Karen Sisco: Not yet. Don't say anything yet.

Jack Foley: I don't think it works if we're somebody else. I mean, Gary and Celeste, what do they know about anything?

Karen Sisco: Well, this is your game, I've never played before.

Jack Foley: It's not a game. It's not something you play.

Karen Sisco: Well, does this make any sense to you?

Jack Foley: It doesn't have to. It's something that happens. It's like seeing someone for the first time... like you could be passing on the street, and you look at each other and for a few seconds... there's this kind of a recognition... like you both know something. The next moment, the person's gone, and it's too late to do anything about it. And you always remember it, because it was there, and you let it go, and you think to yourself, "What if I had stopped? If I had said something?

Jack Foley: What if, what if?" And it may only happen a few times in your life.

Jack Foley: Or once.

Karen Sisco: [pause] Or once. How'd you find me?

Jack Foley: Uh...Called your room from downstairs.

Karen Sisco: Oh. And if I had answered, what were you gonna say?

Jack Foley: I would say who I was, and do you remember me, and want to meet for a drink?

Karen Sisco: If I remembered you. I came here looking for you. All right, so then I would have said yes, but for all you know, I could have had a SWAT team waiting for you... why would you trust me?

Jack Foley: It'd be worth the risk.

Karen Sisco: You like taking risks.

Jack Foley: So do you.

Marshall Sisco: Are you gonna go get him?

Karen Sisco: It's possible, why?

Marshall Sisco: Well, I was thinking, you could have a nice time with him on the ride down - like picking up where your interlude or whatever you call it left off - and then you could throw him in the shit house!

Jack Foley: You sure are easy to talk to. I was thinkin', if we met under different circumstances...if you were in a bar and I came up and we started talkin'...I wonder what would happen.

Karen Sisco: Nothing.

Jack Foley: If you didn't know who I was.

Karen Sisco: You'd probably tell me.

Jack Foley: Just saying if we met under different circumstances...

Karen Sisco: You have got to be kidding.

Paulina: Shall we dance, Mr. Clark?

Denise Kalberg: No, Mateo's probably just lost.

Warren Westridge: Oh, WAKE UP!

Paul Serone: Imagine, something this big captured alive. That's worth a lot of money, Gary.

Terri Flores: Jesus...

Paul Serone: Please people. Don't make me out a monster. I didn't eat the captain Mateo.