Caitlin: Now, I know this is gonna sound like I have an axe to grind, Nash, but I don't. I really don't.
Nash: Ah, the personal disclaimer. This is gonna be better than I thought.
Caitlin: Well, I finished my review and um... this is it. With the number of cops in the unit and the square footage of the barge, and the cost to the department... I'm gonna have to recommend that the S.I.U be moved on shore and into the Embarcadero Center, and that the department use the barge as a warehouse facility. ... I thought you'd be mad.
Nash: Mad? Why would I be mad over something that's not gonna happen?
Caitlin: It's gonna happen, Nash.
Nash: Sister, you don't have enough fingers on those little ol' hands of yours to pull those strings.
Caitlin: Everytime you call me 'sister' it makes me more determinded.
Nash: Well, good luck, sister.
Caitlin: I won't need luck.