Ironside: Also check out his girlfriend. (lengthy pause) Am I right, fellow detectives?
Ed: I don't get it.
Mark: Me neither.
Eve: Perfume. A woman was here recently.
Ironside: Enchanteé. 35 dollars an ounce.
Mark: She must be straight from Nob Hill.
Ironside: No, she wears too much of it. Ed, when was the last time you had your shoes shined?
Ed: A few days ago. Why?
Ironside: Polish marks. Probably made by someone who just had a shine. (look at Mark) No need asking you.
Sgt. Al Cervantes: Oh my beautiful little girl. Do you know what you've meant to me, the days you've helped me get through? Do you know how many times my job has shown me the ugliness of life? And then I come home to you and see its beauty. I love you.