Harry Orwell: If the fog hadn't burned off early that morning, I wouldn't have gone fishing, and I might never have seen her. The perfect image of the good life. Like a travel brochure. Or a glossy advertisement for your favorite brand of cigarettes.
Harry Orwell: Hey would you do me a favor?
Receptionist: Oh I'd consider it. Then I'd refuse.
Harry Orwell: Hey wait a minute. What if I told you you were the most attractive woman I'd ever met?
Receptionist: Especially if you said that.
Harry Orwell: What if I said that you were the most efficient, the most competent receptionist I'd ever met?
Receptionist: That would make me sick.
Harry Orwell: Yeah what if I told you I was going to quote to you Keats' Ode to a Nightingale?
Receptionist: Can you do that?
Harry Orwell: No, I can't do that. I lied about that.
Receptionist: [laughing] Then I'll consider it.
Harry Orwell: You're a nice girl.
Harry Orwell: [Finds Lt. Trench sitting alone in a courtroom, looking down] You lose a big one?
Lt. K.C. Trench: No, we won. Defendant was convicted.
Harry Orwell: How come you don't look happy about it?
Lt. K.C. Trench: Well, I just work here. Don't I? Defendant was a woman, 24 years old. Probably weighed 95 lbs. She wasn't very pretty. For six years she was married to a man who punched her out once or twice a week, every week, for six years. And finally she couldn't take it anymore. She emptied a .38 into him. So today she was convicted. Punched out one more time. Big triumph for the homicide division, big triumph for the district attorney's office, big triumph for the city, and the state, and the whole free world.
Lt. K.C. Trench: What do you want, Orwell?
Harry Orwell: The big wheels get the grease, right, Trench?
Lt. K.C. Trench: Orwell, I don't know what kind of cop you were. But I do know what kind I am. And my kind of cop gets very angry at cracks like that. And when I'm angry, Orwell, I'm not nice.
Carl Milland: The law's hands are tied. My hands are free.
Harry Orwell: It's too bad they're not clean.
Harry Orwell: And I want to apologize for that remark I made the other day. I was out of line.
Lt. K.C. Trench: That's right. You were.