Hollis: You, er, got a minute, Inspector?
Hollis: I was just wondering if you wanted a coffee sometime.
Lindsay: Who are you?
Hollis: Hollis. I'm Robbery/Homicide.
Lindsay: You are not asking me out over a dead body?!
Hollis: Just coffee. Your partner thought it was okay.
Lindsay: Get outta my crime scene. Go!
Tom: She'll understand if she doesn't get an invitation, right?
Jill: I think she'll get through it.
Tom: Okay, I hope so, I mean, she barely got through our wedding.
Jill: It really wasn't her fault, was it?
Tom: I guess not, my family can be a little... trying.
Jill: A little. Your brother stuck his bare ass in the wedding cake.
Tom: But, in his defence, it had been cut.
Lindsay: Yes, I went on a date. Er, it was a one time thing, I am not officially back on the market. Er, even if I was, I wouldn't go out with any of you losers. Okay? Stop staring at my ass, Fong.
Tom: I have a question. How come Councilman Ogleby's 78-year-old mother was strip-searched at her retirement home this afternoon?
Lindsay: No-one was strip-searched. Unless Jacobi got a little freaky behind my back, he does have that Golden Girl fetish.
Jacobi: You handcuffed him underwater? Very impressive, Houdini.
Lindsay: Don't you sweet talk me, you could've tackled him!
Jacobi: I just got this suit.