Steve: I am sorry did you just say you just flew 10 hours straight with a bunch of pizzas in your suite case? Is that what you said?
Grover: You're damn right. And today is your lucky day. Because of this unexpected, pleasant little pick me up at the airport I will cut you in on a slice.

Wow this guy has got it all. Ruffles, stage presence and the most important quality when it comes to impersonating Elvis. Swagger.


Normally, when I get someone else's pants I don't go on a violent killing spree to get them back.


Steve: Every day you and I see people at their worst so it is natural to be suspicious. But I gotta tell ya, there is nothing here that points to anything other than an accident as far as I can see.
Grover: And what about a cops intuition. Huh? What about that?
Steve: Well, I absolutely believe in that. But I also know that really bad things happen sometimes for no reason at all.

Nothing takes your mind of your stomach like an autopsy.


Odell: I think we are done talking about this.
Steve: What are you talking about I told you about my mother.
Odell: You didn't tell me anything about your mother.
Steve: Okay, well she aided and abetted a man that was trying to kill me for years and then she went into hiding so I couldn't call it on her.

When you look around us, it can can be really beautiful.


I think that between the two of us, we may be able to open a luggage joint one day, you know?


So, our Torch is an exterminator. Anybody else see the irony in that?


Yes, I blame myself for what happened to my husband! But, damn it! Tracking this guy down is the only thing that gives me purpose. Please, please, don't take that away from me.

ATF Agent Kathy Millford

Grover: Eh... brother. You're playing what we like to call 'military golf': left, right, left, right...

What matters is I love you, and I can't imagine my life without you. I want to be your wife Adam.