The Hockey Stick:
This is the first time you see Harry with his hockey stick, the significance of this item has yet to be revealed.
The Drum Stick:
This is also the first time you see Harry with his magic wand, which is a drum stick. He uses it to escape from the jail cell.
Two issues when dealing with popular conceptions of werewolf mythology are thrown out in this episode. While silver is still deadly to them, apparently they do not need the full moon to transform and you do not need to be bitten to contract lycanthropy. Zachary Bushnell was only clawed across the chest and still became a werewolf, though it did take him longer to transform.
Sid: I also got the victim's roommate.
Murphy: What's she doing here?
Sid: Crying. Mostly.
Harry: There's an old saying: "Blood will out." With a little blood a person like me can learn all kinds of things. And that goes double for a friend of mine, an expert in all things dead, which makes sense, because he's dead himself.
Bob: Dresden, please don't drag me around like an inbred cocker spaniel.
Harry: Well, keep up.
Bob: Perhaps she was hunting him and he defended himself.
Harry: With silver? And then he took her scalp and teeth? I don't know. Makes you wonder who's hunting who.
Kelly Raskin: Lt. Murphy?
Murphy: Special Agent Raskin.
Kelly Raskin: In your report you state that a Mr. Harry Dresden was with you at the crime scene.
Kelly Raskin: He calls himself a wizard.
Harry: That's because I am one.
Kelly Raskin: Tell me he's not serious.
Harry: Disbelief... skepticism... hey, I get it. If I didn't know what I know, I'd be skeptical too. I usually don't bother to set people straight, but every once in a while, well, there's someone I can't ignore.
Heather Bram: I'm sorry, what it is exactly that you do that cops can't?
Harry: I see things from a different perspective. From your perspective
Harry: Animals. Sometimes I think that's really all we are. Driven by instinct, the need to survive. And if you really want to see someone at their most primitive, all you have to do is just throw them in a cage.
Heather: (to Harry) Do you smell that? Everything smells like food. You... you smell like food.
Harry: You feel that? That is your heart and it's a good heart. It's strong and it's in control and you're in control. And you own this... this disease. I've known others like you and they've made it.
Bob: She'll be back.
Harry: Yeah, maybe. Or maybe someday she'll slip up, and I'll have to hunt her down and kill her.