- Sarah: [chuckles] Hmm. Do you suppose Billie Holiday knows that every hour of the day, every day of the week, someone, somewhere is making love to one of her songs?
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: You like Billie Holiday?
- Sarah: [chuckles] Is there an alternative?
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: [shakes his head] Man... "She's got style, she's got brains, she's got legs that go all the way to the ground..."
- [sighs]
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: [scoffs] Women! You're so easy! A couple of dimples and a smile and you're silly putty.
- Det. Sgt. Cassandra 'Cassy' St. John: Oh, yeah, just one quick shoulder rub and then we just roll right over.
- Melody Klein: You have to understand, sergeant. My husband and I haven't been physical in quite some time. Justin was pure energy.
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: Okay, I give up. Why do women go for younger men?
- Det. Sgt. Cassandra 'Cassy' St. John: Well, why do men go for younger women?
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: Men don't always go for younger women.
- Det. Sgt. Cassandra 'Cassy' St. John: Oh, no? Check out the Riviera country club. You find me one CEO that hasn't traded in a forty-year-old for two twenties. It looks like a father/daughter luncheon in there.
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: It's called the biological imperative. Men are programmed to plant the seed in fertile ground.
- Det. Sgt. Cassandra 'Cassy' St. John: Is that it? Because I thought it was just that they didn't wanna make conversation.
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: [chuckles] Cassy, I'm serious. We're talking about a thirty-something-year old woman and an eighteen-year-old boy. What is it, a stamina thing, or what?
- Det. Sgt. Cassandra 'Cassy' St. John: [smiles] Don't go there.
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: Come on, what could she possibly have to say to him?
- Det. Sgt. Cassandra 'Cassy' St. John: [chuckles] Ooh, baby, ooh, baby, ooh...!
- [walks off]
- Dr. Zachary Klein: Why did you do that?
- Melody Klein: Do what?
- Dr. Zachary Klein: [peers out window at departing Tom and Cassy] Lie to the police. You weren't home last night, I was alone.
- Melody Klein: I'm your wife, Zack. You needed an alibi. And they can't make me testify against you in a court of law.
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: Waiter... Can we get a wine list, please?
- [to his date:]
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: So you wanna help me kill a bottle of Merlot?
- Sarah: Oh, no, thanks.
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: Oh, come on, I get... trashed if I go it alone.
- Sarah: Really, no...
- [chuckles, shakes her head]
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: Oh, you don't drink?
- Sarah: Uh, well, it's not so much that I don't drink. It's more that I can't.
- Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: I never even thought about that. Is it about religious issues...? You're not in a twelve-step program, are you? If you're in a twelve... I can respect that.
- Sarah: It's not that. I'm only nineteen.