Billie: "Yeah, Wes, it's me, Billie..."
Wes Luger: [ANSWERING MACHINE RECORDING] "HEY, I said AFTER the beep!"
Billie: "Excuse me."
Jack Colt: "Good thing we used valet parking."
Wes Luger: "TAXI!"
[ANOTHER CAR EXPLOSION]
Jack Colt: "Guess we're making somebody nervous...tell you what, it's gonna take a lot more than a couple of car bombs to get us off this case."
Wes Luger: "Not a hell of a lot more!"
Harold Leacher: "Chicken."
Irv: "Well I'm not sure, Sarge, it's a nagging, itching, burning sensation."
Wes Luger: "What the hell do you expect, you're foot's on fire!"
Jack Colt: "Hell, she used to sleep at my feet and lick my toes. Though, sometimes she'd forget about me and lick herself for hours."
Jigsaw: "I am your WORST nightmare!"
Jack Colt: "No, waking up without my penis is my worst nightmare."
Jigsaw: "Okay, all right, so I'm not your worst nightmare, but I'm RIGHT up there!"
Jack Colt: "Hey, pal, you try not getting involved with a partner who saves your life one minute then nuzzles your crotch the next."
Jack Colt: "He was my C.O. in Nam. The C.I.A. listed him as M.I.A. but the V.A. Id'd his M.O. and we put out an A.P.B."
Wes Lugar: "Oh, I see."
Captain Doyle: "There is no York case, it was a suicide!" Coffee...?! Cappuccino...espresso?! [SMALL EXPLOSION] Hey, Scotty, can you get this machine to work?!
Scotty: "I'm givin' her all she's got, Captain! If I push it any harder the whole thing will blow!"
Jack Colt: "Maybe she just took off. I hadn't been paying enough attention to her. I realized how neglected she felt the night she shit in my shoes."