- Det. Sgt. Cassandra 'Cassy' St. John: [after Tom's been on the phone] Gimme!
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: Nothing. Anonymous murder tip. And by the way, if you and I are going to be working together again, I think that I should tell you that I've always hated that 'gimme' thing that you do. I mean, what the hell is that?
- [mimics:]
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: "Gimme!" Like, can't you just say "Tom, who's on the phone?" or something like that?
- [with utmost distaste:]
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: "Gimme!" Like, like I'm selling peanuts or dealing cards. Ugh!
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: [she quipped that at least she's not gonna receive poems from him anymore] Lyrics, Cassandra, those are lyrics. I happen to write songs, remember?
- Det. Sgt. Cassandra 'Cassy' St. John: All right. Since the divorce, I can't tell you how much I miss the sound of dogs howling.
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: Never eat the peanuts in a strip joint. God only knows where the hands have been that have been in that bowl.
- Det. Sgt. Cassandra 'Cassy' St. John: Ugh. God! I've never thought about that.
- Ken Baines: [white-uniformed couple introducing themselves] Ken Baines. This is Barbara Ferry. We're with Naval Intelligence.
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: Ken and Barbie. You can't be serious.
- Barbara Ferry: This is a naval investigation. We have full jurisdiction. We're not gonna need your help.
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: [to Cassy] Looks like we got a couple tinned fish here.
- Barbara Ferry: And you would be...?
- Det. Sgt. Cassandra 'Cassy' St. John: Palm Beach PD. Nice to finally meet you guys.
- [smiles]
- Det. Sgt. Cassandra 'Cassy' St. John: I love your pink Stingray, Barbie.