Rachel: Hey Jack, social visit?
Jack: Well it's not an anti-social visit! Nah, I've got a shit of a job on. I've come to borrow your divers.
Rachel: Right. Nothing I can do for you then?
Jack: Yeah, but that's another story.
Frank: Fair dinkum Barry, don't ever change! We need people like you to make traffic cops look good!
Jack: This is Detective Goldstein, from the Water Police.
Formica: (looking Rachel up and down) Wouldn't have picked it. Too pretty for a cop.
Barry: (about Helen) A woman, (uses hands to demonstrate) so high, slight build, walks away relatively unscathed after a supposed attack on her life. Make sense?
Frank: It does to me, but then again, I'm not an ignorant arsehole.
Gavin: Where are we heading?
Jack: Paradise, if I play my cards right.
Gavin: Did you hear that Tommy? We're going to Paradise!
Tommy: Paradise. Yeah right.
Frank: (on the phone to Louise) What Jack?... He's been hanging around here a lot lately... Oh you know, the same. Total arsehole, completely up himself.
(a bit later)
Rachel: You can't help yourself can you?
Rachel: You know the really sad thing about you and Jack is that what you hate in each other is what you see in yourselves.
Frank: Well, I dunno about Jack but I don't have a problem with me!
Rachel: Gosh, you are persistent.
Jack: Well... the squeaky wheel gets the oil.
Rachel: The oil?
Jack: Yeah. The good oil, you know.
Rachel: Well, I suppose I'll just have to give in.
Jack: Of course I would've preferred to have Detective Goldstein...
Jeff: No doubt.
Jack: But Tommy and Gavin will do.