Woody: Great. I’m going to walk my first red
carpet looking like Huggy Bear.
Woody: So how do you know
King Midas? I mean he’s a music icon.
Delinda: We used to live together.
Woody: He’s your ex?
Delinda: It was during my groupie phase.
Roz: I don’t have a problem
with manufactured self-improvement. In fact, I thank
God for the discovery of Botox every time I look in the
mirror. There’s a line between a little enhancement and
looking like a damn freak show.
Matt: Says the woman dressed head to toe in pink
suede.
Bartender: The guy at the end of the bar wants to
buy you a drink… if you’ll agree to use your whip on
him.
Woody: That’s my girl… She
always did have a soft spot.
Danny: Soft spot? She just smacked the crap out
that guy and looked like she enjoyed doing it.
Delinda: Do you know the guy you just assaulted or
are you just getting into character?
Woody: Why don’t you just
hang here with the girls? Leave the real police work to
me.
Jordan: ’Scuse me…
Detective? ‘Why don’t you just hang here with the
girls?’
Danny: Oooo hooo hooo. You’re sleepin’ a-lone
tonight, my friend.
Jordan: Seely trying to get
his buddies tickets to see the lady with the giant ta
ta’s?
Garret: Instead of trying
to solve this woman’s case, everyone is running around
like a bunch of horny teens at a peep show.
Jordan: Having fond memories of your misspent
youth, Gar?
Nigel: Jordan, I don’t have time to play ‘judge the
jugs’ right now.
Woody: You have to admit
hormones do strange things to women… especially pregnant
women.
Danny: I’m beginning to think you got your badge
from a cereal box.
Danny: That’s comforting.
How can you drink that stuff? My stomach hurts just
thinking about it.
Woody: The iron stomach came in the same box as the
badge.
Santana: Do I know you?
Danny: No. No, you just remind me of …someone I
work with. That’s all.
Jordan: I wouldn’t say that too loud. I think
Nigel has already decided on trying to keep Delinda here
and raising Danny’s baby as his own.
Garret: Don’t work her too hard, Jor. She’s
sleuthing for two.
Roz: I just handed you your
murderer and this is the thanks I get?
Danny: Did he say how?
Roz:
I just brought him in, Crockett. You and Tubbs can take
it from here. Break time is over I need to go make sure
Seely isn’t cruising porno sites instead of researching
polypropylene implants.
Danny: Death by boobs? Sounds like something that
would only happen in Vegas.
Delinda: We need to tell them what we found. That
was the deal… we look into it and tell Woody so
he can do the… police thing.
Jordan: Yeah, yeah…I know the rules… Cop,
coroner, cop coroner, I swear I can hear it in my
sleep.
Jordan: But in my defense, I’m rarely capable of
following rules.
Woody: You didn’t kill
anyone, Treyson. Why would you want people to think you
did it?
Treyson: Snoop, Diddy, 2Pac, DMX… all the top dawgs, they all had
their mug shots out there… I seen ’em online…
Woody: Are you telling me you did this to further
your career in the music industry?
Kate: I didn’t get the memo that the Lamaze class
had been moved to Trace.
Woody: Ha, ha. For your
information, Jordan does not tell me what to do…
She just… uh… she just ignores me when I tell
her what to do.
Roz:
You do realize this police report is going to sound like
the plot of a soft-core porn novel?
Delinda: My father used to kill people for a
living. He didn’t let me go on my first date until I
could down a man with a single blow.
Kate:
I’m not paid enough to be … jealous… of some
Nancy Drew wannabe.
