Myka: I thought the medic might know something so I asked him to meet me after work.
Pete: Good idea. I got a thing to do. But, Myka, I want you to be careful. I want you to use a condom. Heh.
Myka: That's hilarious.

Myka: You know, how can it matter if a person smells fudge before an incident?
Pete: Yeah, or if your gall bladder is feeling numb.
Artie: Humor me.

Pete: I was just... keeping you on your toes.
Myka: Right. It's always my toes. What about your toes?

Very nice. You must be super fun on a date. Guys love that. All kick-ass action and no talking.

Pete

Dickinson: How they doing?
Artie: Oh, you know, they're... mostly, they're a pain in my ass.
Dickinson: So am I.

Myka: Artie, I need you to find my cell phone.
Artie: I'm not your personal cell phone locator, okay?

Artie: My name... doesn't matter. But I think you know who I represent.
Dickinson: Flash Gordon?

Myka: There's three suspects, including Fissel. One was a woman.
Pete: You sure?
Myka: Yeah, I... felt her.
Pete: You touched her boobies?

Belski: How does someone get invited to your party?
Pete: Oh, well... you don't get invited. You get shoved.

Myka: You know how when you sing in the shower, and it bounces off the tiles, and you sound spectacular.
Artie: No, I never sound spectacular.

Myka: You ever see that movie The Great Santini with the tough dad and the scared kids?
Pete: It's like that, huh?
Myka: Yeah, except it wasn't over in two hours.

Okay, so what are we looking for, Artie? Are we looking for souped-up speakers or Thomas Edison's wax cylinder?

Myka