Greg: Brass and I checked out the bar where the vic's boyfriend says he met The Wolf. No one there knew him. But, although, the sun was still up so we'll go back later to talk to the night crowd. But I did meet a guy named The Goat who says he'll eat anything for a dollar.
Sara: Beer, pierced ear?
Sara: I had to get evidence out of him once.
Brass: Well, you know, Hank. You know, you got almost enough frequent flier miles for a free room at the Grave Bar Motel. That's the minimum security prison in Indian Springs.
Hank: I was thinking of, uh, saving my miles for a trip to Algeria.
Brass: (Laughing.) That's good. There's no extradition.
Nick: You know, there's something about being at the airport that makes me want to jump on the next plane out of here.
Sara: Doesn't matter where. The excitement of the unknown.
Nick.: Oh Sara, I got big plans.
Nick: Yeah, Morrocco.
Sara: Are you going to open a bar in Casablanca, Nick?
Nick: Call me Rick. I think that was his name.
Hodges: When I was 15, I tried to make a fake I.D. using pencil, chalk and hair spray. If I had one that was this good, I could have gotten into any bar I wanted.
Morgan: When you were 15, you probably looked more like you were 12 and not even a letter from your dad would have gotten you in.
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