Riggs: I can't shoot a dog. People? Okay, but not dogs.
Martin Riggs: He's done this twice, oh, damn! I'm gonna suck his eyes out through his nose!
Delores: You tell Sergeant Murtaugh that he's the jam in my jelly roll.
Riggs: We're in the middle of a case...of scotch.
Jack Travis: Go to hell, Riggs.
Martin Riggs: You first.
Lorna Cole: Police, freeze!
Hatchett: Oh Christ, another one? We need a new fucking dog.
Martin Riggs: You have the right to remain unconscious. Anything you say ain't gonna be much.
Riggs: We can't shoot a dog. People? Okay, but not dogs.