Nick Tortelli: Carla, look at our kid out there. She's pregnant, married to a retired cop. We must have done something right.
Carla: Yeah. Maybe our other kids will turn out okay, too.
Nick Tortelli: That is my most fervent wish.
Woody: [answers phone] Cheers. Oh, just a second. Mr. Tortelli, it's for you.
Nick Tortelli: For me? [takes the phone] Hello. What?! What?! When?! [yelling] All right, I'll be on it! Loretta, let's go!
Woody: What's the matter?
Nick Tortelli: One of the orang-utans went nuts and bit a kid. I've got to rush to Vegas before they put him to sleep.
Woody: The orang-utan or the kid?
Nick Tortelli: I didn't ask.