Belle's Boss: (to Belle) Anyway, we're all real proud of you for getting your taxi license. Knowing that you're behind the wheel of a taxi in our fair city...makes us want to move to Albany.

Female Police Officer: Washburn? What a loser!

Andy's Mom: (to Andy) Where's my Daewoo. Andy, did you do something to my car?
Andy: (sees Belle mocking him behind his mother) Don't!
Belle: (mouthing) You busted.
Andy's Mom: Andy. (grabs Andy's face and lifts it to hers) Look at me, my darling. You didn't drive it through another bodega, did you?
Belle: That was you?! It was you! You was on the cover of the Post. You killed that parrot.
Andy: (embarrased) Mom, what did I tell you about talkin' official police business, all right?!

Andy's Mom: Well, Andy's not a very strong driver. See, he had a really bad experience when he had his first driving lesson.
Andy: Driving lesson?! You call that a driving lesson?
Andy's Mom: Mm, yes!
Andy: Dad let go of the wheel and said: "You better steer or else you're gonna kill the whole family"!
Andy's Mom: Yeah. It was good for you.
Andy: We were going 90. I was six!
Andy's Mom: That's right. And that's the way he taught you to swim.
Andy: I can't swim either!

Andy : (with fake Cuban accent) You guys are ever in Havana, you give me a call, okay? We'll have some tequila, cerveza. You know? Okay? Mi casco es su casco.
Man: (suspiciously) What part?
Andy: Uh, you ask me where I'm from?
Man: Yeah. What part?
Andy: What part am I from? (stalling) Uh, what part of Havana?
Man: Yeah.
Andy: You now, on the-uh, I live around the corner of uh, uh...Castro Street.
Man: (looks at Andy then at his cohorts) Show's over, pig!
(Shootout begins, Andy and partner flee)
Andy: (to partner, while running down stairs) How can there not be a Castro Street in Cuba? That's insane!

Andy: (holding badge) Hey! See this? This is a badge, okay? That means you're not allowed to SCREAM AT ME!
Belle: (grabs badge) Aah!

Andy: All I have to go on is the M.O., modus operandi. That's police jargon for-
Belle: (cutting off) I know what it means. And it's not police jargon, it's Latin.
Andy: Right. Whatever. It's both.

Belle: (to Lieutenant Martha Robbins and FBI Agent Mullins) Ballistic test?! On what? We already know who shot my cab. (referring to Andy) It was that stupid idiot right there with that dumb look on his face.
Andy: That's not fair. Agent Mullins wasn't even on the scene

Belle: Come on. Everybody's got a few tickets.
Agent Mullins: Not 75. And not on a bycicle, Miss Williams.

Belle: Hey, why are we not doing this at the station?
Andy: Sometimes a good cop's got to bend the rules so that laws don't get broken. You know what I'm sayin'? I'm not afraid to live outside the law.
Belle: (scoffs) You're living outside of your mind. That's where you live.

Belle: Stop playing! You live next door to your mom?
Andy: It makes her feel safe.
Belle: She's must not've seen you in action.

Belle: What kind of grown-ass man live ten feet away from his mom?
Andy: I wouldn't talk so much Isabelle Precious Williams
Belle:Who told you about my name?
Andy: It's in your record. Precious. (mocking) My Precious.
Belle: Go ahead. Say it again. Say it again, and see what happens. I dare you. (Andy doesn't say anything else. Belle turns over and falls asleep)
Andy: (quietly) Precious.

Jesse: (sniffs Belle's clothes) Wait a minute. Who you wearin' perfume for?
Belle: What? Oh, no, no, no, no. No, I cut through Macy's. I got tagged.
Jesse: Uh-huh.
Belle: Why, you like it? Is it me?
Jesse: Look, lemme tell you something, baby. There's only one thing I like on you.
Belle: What's that?
Jesse: And that's me.
(they kiss)

Lieutenant Martha Robbins: Washburn, you took a cab to a robbery? You thought that was okay?
Andy: W-well, yeah.

Lieutenant Martha Robbins: You drove your wheels through a bodega, and you killed Detective Manuel's parrot.
Andy: Detective Manuel knew what he was risking when he took the parrot on the stakeout.
Lieutenant Martha Robbins: (scoffs) I don't believe you.
Andy: So ridiculous. Of all pets, I mean. Its the one that talks.