I don't care what undercover rock you crawled out from, there's a dress code for detectives in Robbery-Homicide. Section 3-605. 10. 20. 22. 24. 26. 50. 70. 80. It specifies: clean shirt, short hair, tie, pressed trousers, sports jacket or suit, and leather shoes, preferably with a high shine on them.
Joe Friday
I'm well aware of the federally mandated speed limit, Streebeck. But did it ever occur to you that, by going 8 miles an hour slower, we might save some gasoline and ease the burden on the poor taxpayers out there who pay our salaries?
Joe
No, ma'am. They're quite impressive... bordering on spectacular.
Joe
Ma'am, what is the approximate dry weight of the average Madagascan fruit tree bat?
Joe
Ah, sure. But just like every other foaming, rabid psycho in this city with a foolproof plan. You've forgotten you're facing single finest fighting force ever assembled.
Joe
Try the decent, hard-working men and women of Los Angeles!
Joe
Now let me tell you something, Streebeck. There are two things that clearly differentiate the human species from animals. One, we use cutlery. Two, we're capable of controlling our sexual urges. Now, you might be an exception, but don't drag me down in your private Hell.
Joe
Not that it's any of your business, Mr. National Enquirer, but I spent a quiet evening in the company of Connie Swail.
Joe
And if I may a toast... to Granny Mundy: may you live as long as you want but never want as long as you live.
Pep Streebeck
Thank God it's Friday!
Pep Streebeck
You know, uh. Friday, we're allowed to go 55... On some occasions, even faster.
Pep
Friday, a little extra gas isn't going to put the city in hock; besides, this looks bad! Come on, live a little - it's the vertical pedal on the right.
Pep
You mean you don't know?
Pep
You know the kinds of things that can fall into an industrial sausage press? Not excluding rodent hairs and... bug excrement?
Pep
Are you crazy? Silvia Wiss wanted you!
Pep