[Barry watches helplessly as Charlie Pep's thugs rob the vault.]
Barry Chen: You don't want to mess with Bobby Wu. I'm telling you, man. I once saw him take a guy's intestines and pull 'em out through his nose. I'm telling you, man. I once saw him take a guy's cajones and make Dim Sun out of them. I'm telling you, man.
thug: Shut up.
Barry Chen: Okay.
[Barry puts a sculpture into the bag.]
Barry Chen: Here. Take this. It's insured.
Barry Chen: If you want to find Tiger, this is where you'll find him.
Insp. Joe Dominguez: This is a marijuana club.
Barry Chen: I know. Totally legal under prop 215 as long as you have a valid medical excuse.
Insp. Joe Dominguez: For what?
Barry Chen: Weed. Pot. Dope. Marijuana. Grass.
Insp. Joe Dominguez: No, I mean what's wrong with you?
Barry Chen: Oh! Depression.
Insp. Joe Dominguez: Depression?
Barry Chen: Yeah, I get really depressed when I'm not getting stoned.
Barry Chen: I can probably get him to set you up.
Insp. Joe Dominguez: Actually, I stopped smoking pot years ago.
Barry Chen: Oh no? What's your drug of choice now, man?
Insp. Joe Dominguez: Uh, Rogaine.
Barry Chen: Rogaine? What's that? Do you snort it?