Frank: (about Formica) He's mine, ey, Jack?
Jack: Oh bullshit mate, he's mine.
Jack: Are you going to eat all of that?
Jack: How about a bite?
Rachel: No, get your own stuff! Ergh, you're always trying to get stuff off me!
Jack: There's an unwritten rule of surveillance, you share the food.
Rachel: I've never heard of it, and I've done a lot of surveillance! It's just you going 'give me this, give me that'!
Jack: You're whinging.
Rachel: Me whinging? You just never stop whinging.
Jack: What's with this private thing you've got with food?
Rachel: Yah-yah-yah, that's what you sound like.
Jack: You're getting fat.
Rachel: Me getting fat? You're getting fat and it's all going to your head! It's about this big!
(Formica is holding Frank and Madigan hostage)
Frank: Christey or the others. They know I'm with ya.
Formica: Oh yeah? How? You got some sort of mental telepathy thing with Jack, have ya? Or the chick maybe?
Frank: No, I'm a copper you dope. They always know where we are!
(Jack wants Rachel to go on a trip with him)
Rachel: Yeah, I'll think about it.
Jack: Okay, you think about it, just don't say no.
Frank: (about Jack) Poor bastard. He's gonna be at Homicide for a long time.
Rachel: Yeah. Unless he gets an early confession.
Frank: I dunno, but I don't think you'll be seeing him tonight.
Frank: How serious is it between you and Jack? I mean, honest, I don't mean to pry.
Rachel: Oh no it's fine. It's just a difficult question, that's all. I think it's good, it's just... getting the balance right, that kind of stuff.
Frank: The balance? But you like him? You really like him?
Rachel: Yeah, of course I like him!
Frank: Well, I guess... you know... nothing's perfect.