TJ: Last night, after practice, there was a fight in the locker room. Somebody throw a punch at Coach. I stepped in to try to stop it. That's how the blood got on my jersey.
DB: Ok. All right. Thank you. Who throw the punch?
TJ: Your son.
Henry: No more locker room laundry. I just went through 3 carts of dirty towels. This whole place smells like feet.
Greg: Now it's going to smell like something else. And you might want to borrow Russell's incents. It's pretty ripe.
Veranski: Same was going to retire at the end of the year and just hang out with Nelson and be a normal dog. Mike doesn't have any family.
Nick: I guess he could come live with me [looks at Sam] What do you say Sam? Now there's gonna be a few rules, ok? No drinking out of the toilet. And we watch Football on Sundays and we route for the Cowboys. When my girlfriend is over, you gotta sleep on the floor. Is that a deal?
Sam: (licks Nick's face)
You did it Sam. You caught Mike's killer. He's going to prison for a very long time. And we got some justice.Nick
You see the dog over there thinks you killed his partner, Officer Nelson. You know what I think? I think he's right.Nick
Nick: It's hard when you lose a friend. You know I lost a friend once, partner in the line of duty. I think it will always hurt cause I know I'll never see him again. But you know what you can do for Mike, together, you and me; we'll get a little justice. Sound good?
Greg: Hear back from the Vet?
Nick: Yep. They did full work up. The dog is healthy as an Ox and his tox came back clean too. If there's a behavioral issue, there's not much they can do.
Greg: That makes him a dead dog walking.
Morgan: Maybe Mr. Sloan was sleeping with someone's wife. A girlfriend?
Fin: Yeah, his job didn't get him killed, his penis did.
Nick: Looks like Methamphetamines Jim.
Brass: So, got a cop out of uniform in a skanky part of town with a bag of ice. Something stinks here and I don't think it's the dog.
Nick: I take it this is not your first body in a piano?
Fin: First one with all the limbs attached
Morgan: She wanted to see you, that's something to hold on to. I just bought this; you know what he said.
Greg: That's life?
Morgan: [whispers] The best is yet to come.
Greg: The last night we spent together, I told Allison I would meet her in New York. Even though I knew it would never happen.
Morgan: Why not?
Greg: Why spoil the prefect memory.