- George St. Cloud: Yeah, well, welcome to Franklin Park, only place in the city you can get poison ivy, crack and sexually assaulted all at the same time.
- Jim Powell: [Jim's sign left on an injured assailant at a hospital entrance] "Save me - then arrest me! I mugged a lady in Franklin Park."
- Daphne Powell: What kind of male-binding experience am I being excluded from THIS time.
- Jim Powell: JJ and I are going camping - a little reward for his terrific grades.
- Daphne Powell: So, the reward is spending Friday night with Dad in a tent? Remind me to flunk my midterms.
- Jim Powell: Look, I'm just trying to keep the city safe.
- Stephanie Powell: Well, then try to stay off the news while you do it.
- Mr. Litchfield: It's ingenious, actually, going for the 'B'? - not so high that you arouse suspicion; not so low that your previous work seems like an anomaly.
- J.J. Powell: I'm not cheating, Mr. Litchfield.
- Mr. Litchfield: You expect me to believe that one morning you just woke up and decided to apply yourself?
- J.J. Powell: I guess you should have a plane crash and... you kinda approach life differently.
- Declan: [impressed by JJ's latest math grade] A B-plus? Seriously, man, whatever it is you're on, can I get some?
- J.J. Powell: You wanna know something crazy... about football?
- Daphne Powell: [humoring him] Sure.
- J.J. Powell: It's all math.
- Daphne Powell: Yeah, tell that to the guy whose neck I can't see past in health class.
- J.J. Powell: What is a football? It's a prolate spheroid, which means a simple vector analysis can be applied to formulate its predictive trajectory.
- Daphne Powell: Um...
- J.J. Powell: Now, I know what you're probably thinking - "Big whoop, JJ, this is nothing more than graduate-level Newtonian mechanics, which is basically just a derivation of the laws of Kepler" - but I'm telling you an ordinary differential equation supports this!
- Stephanie Powell: You're gonna have to make a decision about what kind of person you wanna be. D'you wanna be a parent or do you wanna be a vigilante?
- George St. Cloud: [on cell phone] How's the costume working?
- Jim Powell: [patrolling the park] Stop calling it a costume, George. It's just a hoodie.
- George St. Cloud: You're not wearing the glasses?
- Jim Powell: No. Or the mustache.
- George St. Cloud: [as Jim's about to suss out a suspect] You're gonna talk to him, feel him out. The thing criminals love to do is talk about themselves. Make him comfortable, you get him to open up. Same idea as when you were single. You think of it as a blind date - but with a sociopath.