Linda Fusco: Well, what is going on?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Well, this tree was dead. If it fell down, it would take out half your roof, so I called a buddy of mine at the Parks Department.
Linda Fusco: You are really a full-service boyfriend, aren't you? Mm. What's he doing?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Some idiot parked in front of your fire hydrant, so I made a phone call.
Linda Fusco: You know, I think you worry a little too much.
Captain Stottlemeyer: It's my job to worry about you.
Linda Fusco: That's sweet.