Joe Dominguez: How far now?
[jogging as Nash drives along side him]
Nash Bridges: Three quarters of a mile.
Joe Dominguez: How fast am I going?
Nash Bridges: Ah, I don't know - it's not registering on the spedometer.
Joe Dominguez: Nothing?
Nash Bridges: Well, either thye car's too old or you are, bubba.
Caitlin Cross: You're gonna worry me to death, yo uare, aren't you?
Nash Bridges: Not if you stop worrying.
Nash Bridges: I didn't happen to say anything stupid yesterday, when I got back from the dentist, did I?
[after being doped up for a tooth extraction]
Joe Dominguez: Well, oh wait, ah, you proposed to Ronnie.
Nash Bridges: Good. What did he say?
Joe Dominguez: Ah, he wouldn't sign a pre-nup'.
Nash Bridges: Well, forget it then.