Jim's Father: [answers door, sees David in uniform] Jesus Christ.
[David looks down at his clothes, confused]
Jim's Father: Jimmy, it's your friend!
[Jim starts to exit]
Jim's Father: Where the hell are you going at this hour?
Jim Stone: Official police business, Dad.
Jim's Father: Who's the cop?
Jim Stone: I am, Dad - we both are.
Jim Stone: [indicating bail statement for $200,000 cash] What do you think?
Jim's Father: Well, I think there's a lot more to making a cop than just paper.
Jim Stone: Yes, but I just thought it was unusual.
Jim's Father: It is.
Jim's Father: You know, a good cop is going to look at it and know exactly what to do.
David Waters: [sees Jim smother a lemon wedge with tabasco sauce] What's that for?
Jim Stone: Have you ever tried it?
David Waters: I can't say that I have.
Jim Stone: Well, you take this one, and I'll take the other.
[grabs other lemon wedge smothers with tabasco]
David Waters: What are we, in the sixth grade? I'm not going to eat this.
[Jim downs lemon wedge]
Russian Roulette Detective: Tell you what, I'll flip you for it.
Jim Stone: You're a positive thinker, and I respect you. And I fucking dig you.
Captain Harris: [reviewing Jim's mobile unit proposal] This is, uh, expensive. Look, Jim, I don't know what I can do about this. You're going to have to talk to the commander.
Jim Stone: But, I did, and he told me I need to speak with you.
Captain Harris: [dubious] Right. You know, you really should just talk to the commander about it.
Jim Stone: [pause] Yes, sir. Absolutely, sir.