Lt. Theo Kojak: You know why you're here, Marty?
Marty: Yeah. Sometimes I black out.
Lt. Theo Kojak: You OD'd, baby!
Lt. Theo Kojak: Yeah, mojo, morphine, Mephistopheles, pins and needles, eeh... cubes, Aunt Emma. There are a dozen street names for it.
Lt. Theo Kojak: Look, a stick-up man is a stick-up man. A robber is a robber and a hijacker is a hijacker. That's what they do: the rob, they steal and they hijack. They don't peddle morphine on the streets!
Capt. Frank McNeil: Maybe they sold the whole load, split. Maybe the idea of sending in a chemist spooked them.
Lt. Theo Kojak: And maybe they give away door prizes at the tombs.
Lt. Theo Kojak: I see you got a new plant.
Det. Stavros: Yeah. Shirley's lonely.
Lt. Theo Kojak: Oh really? Eh, tell me, how could you tell?
Det. Stavros: Well, her leaves are drooping down. And, eh, she's not her same gay, vibrant, effervescent, ebullent self.
Lt. Theo Kojak: Ebullent self, huh? Well, she might have, eh, heartburn. Did you ever think of that?
Det. Stavros: That's why I got Sam.
Floyd: [on phone] Well you gotta be fresh out of marbles. 'Cause already I got a beanbag sitting in the narco ward that's gonna crumble like a bacon powder biscuit the moment the fuzz jumps on 'em. And now you're asking me to sit still for a visit from the heat?