Hunter

Hunter: How you feeling, McCall? McCall: Me? I'm fine. Hunter: You don't look so good. McCall: What're you talking about? I feel semi-terrific, all things considered. Hunter: I hate to tell you, but... (looking at her closely) ...you're really looking bad. Worse by the minute in fact. You better lie down. McCall: Hunter, don't you go crazy on me! I won't stand for it!

McCall: These people scare the hell out of me. What do you think they're planning to do with us? Hunter: McCall, I can't handle tough questions before breakfast.

McCall: What is this, the evening entertainment? Hunter: Whatever it is, Angie doesn't look happy about it.

McCall (referring to the unmarked police car): This thing looks almost new! I don't know, Hunter, maybe I'd better drive. Hunter: Don't start, okay? There's nothing wrong with my driving. It's the bad guys that drive bad.