Eddie: You got something?
Nick: Dead body.
Eddie: That'll take your mind off (Juliette).
Bud: Takes my mind off--off her.
Nick: Well, what have we got?
Wu: Well, the first part's normal. Victim is Jill Prembrey, a geologist at Eon Industries. Was supposed to pick up Ronnie Sanchez, co-worker, for dinner. When she didn't show, Sanchez tried to call, they came over, called 911.
Nick: What's the not-normal part?
Wu: Everything else.
Nick: But... he's Wesen.
Renard: Who isn't these days?
Nick: Where should we put this?
Juliette: In the trash.
Nick: This--this is my Elvis lamp. I got it in Mexico.
Juliette: I see that, and that doesn't make it any more valuable.
Nick: I had to drink a lot of mesquale and eat a worm for this thing.
Juliette: Nick, you just have to ask yourself one question. Who do you love more? (Nick considers it and puts it away) I am going to get you a beer to celebrate your break-up.
Nick: Please do.
Renard: You think we should read him his rights?
Nick: Yeah. Last rites.