- Timmy Wilkes: Today's my birthday, Mr. Franco.
- Joe Lo Franco: Yeah? Big deal.
- Timmy Wilkes: I'll be ten, almost grown up.
- Joe Lo Franco: So what? Birthday's just to remind you what you aint done yet, kid. Birthdays are nothing.
- Joe Lo Franco: [notices the boy's crestfallen face] Hey, son, don't listen to me. I'm a jerk, huh.
- Dr. David Bruce Banner: Joe, are you still looking for a job?
- Joe Lo Franco: Yeah, I guess, why?
- Dr. David Bruce Banner: Well, the're hiring at the hospital, and the're looking for security guards. I thought, with your background...
- Joe Lo Franco: Some background... chicken cop.
- Dr. David Bruce Banner: Well, dramatic illness often helps us to focus on things.
- Sam Monte: Hey now, what's this? Fifty dollar words from a three fifty an hour mechanic, a fixit man?
- Guard: I told you before, Mrs. Grasso, Mr. Breck cannot enter the patient's room. Security checks have only been run on...
- Mrs. Grasso: Young man, why don't you be a nice little FBI and let us do our job. Stand back, sonny.
- Captain Deeter: Hot shot homicide detectives get lots of press, especially when they screw up. I wouldn't touch you, Mr. Franco, not with a ten-foot pole. You know, my friends downtown tell me your living inside a bottle of point one point two is a lot simpler. I've got a good deal going here. I don't want any of my men getting hurt or killed because of your yellow streak.
- [Slick and Fats are observing David outside the hospital]
- Slick Monte: 2:00 a.m., Fats. Just like last night.
- Fats: Yeah, nice. A man of precise habits. Very nice.
- [Slick and Fats see Timmy walking home]
- Slick Monte: 3:30, same as always.
- Fats: And 5 will get you 10, the kid visits his good buddy, Mr. David Breck.
- Slick Monte: Yeah, the kid's good buddy and our stooge, huh?
- Fats: The feds are set to move Sam tomorrow or the next day, and it's gotta be now.
- Slick Monte: Yeah, 'cause we don't want our dear old uncle flapping his mouth all over the place, right?