Det. Lydia Adams: So we *can* get overtime to work homicide cases, but now suddenly there's money to fund Bel-Air break-ins.
Det. Alicia Fernandez: The residents here don't feel safe.
Det. Lydia Adams: And the residents in South Central don't either.
Det. Alicia Fernandez: But these residents don't just bitch; they invite the chief of police over for cocktails.
Det. Lydia Adams: [after Fernandez has walked away] How convenient, to have money.
Young Man in Bar: You wanna get high?
Ofcr. John Cooper: [annoyed] No; I *don't* wanna get high.
Young Man in Bar: You just bought *somethin'*.
Ofcr. John Cooper: So you think I'd risk a ninety thousand dollar a year job, my pension, and my belief system for *you*?
[Cooper pours his beer over the pills in the man's hand]
Ofcr. John Cooper: Now get away from me, before I bring a whole barrel of ass whoopin' down on your head.
[Tammi has called Sammy, trying to talk him into buying a downtown loft]
Det. Sammy Bryant: Are you in front of a window?
Tammi Bryant: Yeah; I am next to an enormous, beautiful window. Yes.
Det. Sammy Bryant: What do you see? Do you see a school, a supermarket? Do you see a newsstand? No, you do not. You see homeless people, junkies, and concrete.
Tammi Bryant: I hate where we live. It's killing me creatively.
Det. Sammy Bryant: [he laughs derisively] Creatively!
[Tammi hangs up]
Det. Russell Clarke: [looking into a jewelry case] 'Scuse me - how much does somethin' like this go for?
Lana Schmidt: Thirty thousand - that's art deco platinum, diamonds and sapphires; you shopping for someone in particular?
Det. Russell Clarke: [deflated by the price] No, just curious.
Det. Lydia Adams: So how many employees do you have?
Lana Schmidt: Uh, mostly it's just me. I have two sales associates and a setter.
Det. Russell Clarke: Do they have access to your customer database?
Lana Schmidt: Honey, it's the information age; *everyone* has access to *everything*.
Det. Russell Clarke: You wanna do in vitro again? You know, we're payin' off the last one.
Dina Clarke: So, you wanna just give up?
Det. Russell Clarke: No, we tried it, Dina - over and over again.
Dina Clarke: So what are you gonna do - trade me in for someone with fresher eggs?
[he returns to his writing, rolling his eyes at the question]
Dina Clarke: I'm not a fool, Russell. You're in love with her, aren't you?
Det. Russell Clarke: Who?
Dina Clarke: That teacher.
Det. Russell Clarke: You just got it all figured out, huh?
Dina Clarke: Admit it.
Det. Russell Clarke: Why? So that you can post it on your blog?
Dina Clarke: [offended] You need to leave, Russell.
Det. Russell Clarke: What?
Dina Clarke: Leave. Please, just leave.
Det. Lydia Adams: What's goin' on?
Talib: Lydia, I don't... I don't think this is gonna work. Hey, look, I've been wrestlin' with this. You know, even goin' to see my pastor, and... I tried, I just can't get past the fact that, you know, that you lied. You know, that you lied about bein' a cop.
Det. Lydia Adams: Are you serious?
Talib: Yeah, I mean... I mean, how can you start a relationship... based on a lie?
Det. Lydia Adams: Well, you knew that before we slept together. Did you tell your pastor *that*?