— So, what you doing here?
— I'm taking the dog for a walk. What's the problem?
— What's in the car?
— Seats and a steering wheel.
— You think I'm driving that fast. For the fun of it? I was going to the hospital. I'm working for him. He's having a stroke! The more we wait, the worse it gets. He can't move, he can't do anything. That's why I'm here.
— I think we have a problem here. Come see this.
— What the fuck do we do now?
— That's right, think about it. Take your time. But meanwhile call his 15 years old daughter and tell his father is dead because of you! Because if he's not taken care of within 5 minutes, it's over. But take your time. Think. Think fast. He's dying!
— Who are you in relationship to Mr. Gallagher?
— His partner. Lover? Family?
police officer: — And who are you?
Scott Langral: — Secret Service.
police officer: — I didn't hear anything about this.
Harry Shaw: — That will be why they call it secret, right?
— You just happen to guess this one rare poison might be the thing that put this little boy in the hospital. And congratulations, because his doctors, they're beginning to think that you might just be right. So why ricin? Jesse, how did you come up with that?
— Man, I think I've... I don't know. I must've saw it on «House» or something. Yeah, you know, like «House» or the «Discovery Channel». Sometimes your brain just makes these connections.
— Does it?
— Mine does.
— Do not let him in. Repeat, do not let him in.
— Piece of cake.
— Hey. You want to be a farmer? Here's a couple of acres. Dekker, the next one I'll hurt.
— Tell me, who do you like better: Picard or Kirk?
— Oh, there's no question about it. Kirk.
— You bet. You got to respect a man who can fuck a green bitch and destroy a whole civilization all in 60 minutes.
— It's a bomb!
— He's okay. Minor wound. Both cops dead.
— Two days to retirement.
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