(Presenting Promise Notebook to Franziska)

Franziska: It looks like some sort of exchange diary that girl shared with her father.
Franziska: We're alike, that girl and I. Because they're both admirable prosecutors...
Franziska: ...we look up to our fathers. The only difference is that her father is now dead.
Franziska: If my father, who is the anchor of my life, were to die, I don't know what I'd do...
Edgeworth: You needn't worry about that.
Edgeworth: Even if he were to be killed, Mr. von Karma's spirit would still go on living.
Franziska: *whips*
Edgeworth: Urrrnghk!
Franziska: Don't talk about Papa like he's some sort of ghost!
Edgeworth: (That was supposed to be a compliment...)

. "I won't allow you to bluff your way through this like a certain defense lawyer!"

Lang:
Hmph. It's not polite to confuse poor, helpless girls, Mr. Prosecutor. Until you have something significant to add, stuff that jabot of yours in your mouth!
Edgeworth:
Nngh! It's a cravat, and it's a fashion statement, not a gag!

"Not so fast!"

Franziska: That's classified. It's on a need to know basis, and you don't need to know.

Franziska: There you go again, running at the mouth with that aloof expression on your face.

((Can't remember the exact wording of the next one. It's in the beginning.))
Franziska: This is an embassy, meaning that you have no authority to conduct. . .
Miles:
Franziska: A-Already!? What is it!?

Franziska to Edgeworth, while on the subject of women's undershirt.
Franziska: MILES EDGEWORTH, YOU UNCOUTH SEA SLUG!

"Yeah." -Buddy Faith

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I believe the correct term here is "You fail!"

When Larry and Oldbag appear to help in case 5, Edgeworth objects and shouts "Go away!"

Edgeworth: *examines a window*
(Oh no! My eyes have locked with those of which in the reflection! As the student of a Von Karma I refuse to back down!)
*has a staring contest with his reflection*
................ I win.

Edgeworth: (These counter windows offer a glimpse of the sky, but these clouds, they tell me nothing.)
Teneiro: Mr Edgeworth..? You... look like you're talking to the clouds.
Edgeworth: Is that so? Then tell me, what do you suppose I said to them?
Teneiro: I don't know, but it looked like a rather one-sided conversation.
Edgeworth: (The clouds... they tell me nothing.)

Okay, so when you need to prove that the dark smudge on Shih-na's coat is babahlese ink, you can either choose to Touch It, Wear It, or Burn It. Pick 'Wear It.'

Edgeworth: We will know if someone were to wear the coat. ...Detective Gumshoe.

Shih-na: HOLD IT! Phwwh... Wait! Are you trying to ruin my coat!? You don't hounestly believe that tub of lard can fit into my coat, do you?

Edgeworth: Very well. Franziska, can you please give it a try?

Franziska: There is absolutely no point in me wearing that gaudy coat.

Shih-na: ...

(actuallly it's the sprite where her head is bowed but her hair is covering her eyes. Why don't we have that one sprite in the Media section yet?)

Kay: Hey, you're not really that mad, are you, Ms. Shih-na?

Franziska: Well, it's not MY fault if she is. Because it's YOURS, Miles Edgeworth! You and your ridiculous suggestion!

Edgeworth: Wh-Why is it MY fault...!?

Early on, present either the Yatagarsu's key or the murder weapon to Franziska.
Don't point that near me it's dangerous. Anyways, why are you showing it to me?
No reason, just hoping you could tell me me something about it.
How dare you point that dangerous thing at me for no reason!
(Is she really that oblivious to the irony of that statement?)
Sorry, I can't remember it well.

When you first play the video tape and are required point something important out, choose the wrong are to get something along the lines of this dialogue.
Eh? What's with that spot? Oh I know, there's ghosts there, right? So Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-where are they, Mr. Edgeworth?

:edgeworth: : The single individual known as the Yatagarasu has never existed.

The part where the Bellboy from the first game made a cameo during Case 3 as the Proto Badger, if I recall correctly. "Ab-SO-lutely, sir!".

Miles Edgeworth, you uncouth sea slug!!!