Sally: Oh, yeah. I've seen these before. Jumbo grade A, extra large, farm fresh. It doesn't have the street value of the organic brown, but it'll do.
Boy: You've got the wrong guy, lady. Can I make a phone call?
Sally: Shut up!
Tommy: Listen, kid, we can do this one of two ways. Either you can tell us what we want to know, or you can spend the rest of the night picking shell out of your teeth.
Sally: Who you workin' for, punk?
Boy: I don't know what you're talking about.
Tommy: Okay, let's start over.
Sally: No, I'm going to take this egg and grind it into his face.
Tommy: Lieutenant, you're out of line. Now go cool off.
Sally: Ok, I'm good. I'm cool.
Tommy: I apologize for my partner. She doesn't have much patience. Now, me, I want to help you. And I can talk her into going easy on you if you just tell me one thing. Who's the pope?!
Boy: I don't know the pope. Maybe I could have seen him at school or something.
Tommy: Well, that's too bad, kid. Now you've insulted me. I'm going for a walk. Sally? He's all yours. Kid, right now I wouldn't trade places with you for the world.
Sally: So how do you like your eggs?