She's the one

Mr. Fitzpatrick: "She's gonna be devastated. She's been up at that goddamn church every morning praying for your brother. And then yesterday she tells me I spend too much time on the boat. I don't even want to get into that discussion. And now you're gonna get divorced? Christ. She'll be up with Father John twenty-four hours a day. Thanks a lot, buddy. I'm probably going to have to start making my own breakfast again."
Francis: "I'm sorry if my divorce interferes with your breakfast plans, Dad."

Heather: "Look where your decency has gotten you. You are the only English-speaking white guy driving a cab in New York. That should tell you something."
Mickey: "You know what Heather, I gotta imagine it beats sucking dick for a living though, huh?"

Francis: "Well, for one thing, I don't like the fact that you have sex with a geriatric."
Heather: "Well, how do you think I feel about you going home and seeing your wife every night?"
Francis: "I haven't had sex with my wife in months."
Heather: "Well, I don't know if that is such a good idea, Francis. Clearly you need the practice."

Mickey: "Why are you getting so upset Dad? You don't even believe in God."
Mr. Fitzpatrick: "That doesn't mean I'm going to stop being a good Catholic."

"Big deal, you're happy. You're never going to make any real money."

"Francis, I cannot remember the last time I saw your penis."

"Let me get this straight. You don't want to cheat on your girlfriend with your wife?"

Heather: "He doesn't care about my past."
Francis: "Is that because he doesn't know you were a hooker?"
Heather: "He was my best customer."