Crews: I think I might go into space.
Crews: Yeah, you can pay the Russians to take you up there now.
Reese: So, after spending 12 years in a box down here, you're gonna pay the Russians to put you in a box up there?
Crews: I think they mentioned something about jet packs.
Reese: Got GPS.
Crews: Global Positioning Satellites.
Crews: A ring of geosynchronous satellites in constant contact with your car.
Reese: Yeah, I get Discovery Channel, too.
Crews: You see that show about crabbing? Now, that's a dangerous job.
Reese: (after Crews gets off the phone with Ted about a coyote) You got a pest problem?
Crews: (on Ted) He's not so bad.
Reese: Detective Reese. Homicide.
Lee: Is someone dead?
Crews: A lot of people are dead. Eventually everyone.
Reese: Car crash shortly after stopping here last night. A female passenger was shot.
Lee: That's terrible. Who shot her?
Crews: Someone with a gun. Look, I admire a question answered with a question, I do because there is no answer, only questions but I'd like you to try really hard to give us an answer, anyway.
Peter Stylman: I told you I don't remember anything about what happened.
Crews: We talked to your car.
Peter Stylman: You talked to my car?
Lee: I try not to get involve, you know? Is dangerous out there.
Crews: You shoul try crabbing
Peter Stylman: My head is hurting, just leave me alone.
Crews: Do you know what japanning is, Peter?
Peter Stylman: No.
Crews: It was an ancient cure for head pain. They thought the pain was caused by spirits in your head so they would drill a hole in your skull to let the spirits out. Do we have to drill a hole in your head, Peter?
Peter Stylman: Why would you say something like... what kind of person says something like that?!
Crews: It's gonna hurt when you look inside and remember what happened to you and to your wife.
Peter Stylman: My wife is dead.
Crews: No, she's still dying. Now, tell us what happened in that car and let her go!
Crews: Does it have GPS?
Maldito: You don't want that. The Man track you like a dog with GPS.
El Repetito: Like a dog.
Crews: Yeah, yeah, you're right, I don't want that. The Man will track me with that.
Reese: Crews, you are the Man.
Crews: Oh, yes. Yeah, right. I am the Man.
Reese: I want you to give me your knife.
Crews: My knife? Why?
Reese: Because I want to swear a blood oath with you and I need somebody to cut my pinky. Give me your knife or I burn you with IAD for not using your service weapon when you should've. I need to know that my partner is a cop and not a con. (Crews reluctantly hands over the knife) Anything else you carrying from the old days? Sharpened toothbrush? Lightbulb full of bleach?
Ted: I can't sleep. They're-they're taunting me, Charlie. Do-do you know that Native Americans considered coyotes to be tricksters, scavengers, thieves, shape shifters?
Crews: They're survivors. You know what's amazing? Coyotes are the only indigenous north American animals to have proliferated since the Europeans settled here. They're used to being subordinate to bears and wolves but since we've eliminated those top predators, they've actually excelled.
Ted: You're not making me feel any better.
Crews: I want you to feel better. Should I call animal control?
Ted: They're not gonna do anything about creatures living in the hills.
Ted: Ha ha.
Crews: Ted. Ted. Domestic dogs have killed hundreds of people. Nobody's ever been killed by a coyote.
Crews: We have to use his own strength against him.
Reese: Strength? What's his strength?
Crews: His weakness.
Reese: His weakness is a strength?
Crews: Exactly. Just like the one-handed clap.
Reese: Are you really Zen?