To stop an elusive criminal, a maverick detective enlists the aid of a police dog who's an unusually intelligent smart alec.
— That's what I told you, I need a car.
— Fine. You want a car, take a partner. It's a two for one deal.
— No, I'm not taking a partner.
— Davis. Take Davis.
— Davis hates me!
— Okay. Spencer. How about Spencer.
— I hate Spencer.
— You know the roster. Pick somebody.
— Lydecker. He's a good man.
— Lydecker's dead.
— That's why I like him. Doesn't slow me down.
— Look, I need one of your land sharks here.
— Hey, they got a gig.
— Hey, I only need him for a couple hours, man. Come on, give me the dog. In gotta have a dog now.
— I can't spare a handler.
— Did I say anything about a handler? I'll do it myself.
— Come on, these dogs ain't gonna listen to you.
— That's just because they don't know me.
— They don't have to know you. You're a maniac. They don't trust maniacs.
— Did you know that you have an animal growing out of your pants?
— Thank you, honey. I also have a dog here.
— Dooley?
— Huh? Yeah? Aw, shit!
— Exactly.
— I can't believe all that came out of one animal.
