Provenza: I'm telling you, this is the dumbest snipe hunt Chief has ever sent us on! I'm out here pounding the pavement like some da** rookie!
Flynn: Whatsa matter, your Medicare shoes don't like to walk uphill?
Provenza: (waving a finger at Flynn) One of 'em's about to walk up your a**! Now, don't you worry 'bout my shoes, Flynn, you just worry 'bout the fact that we are never gonna find this car...
Flynn: Oh, yeah? We're gonna find that car...(Flynn and Provenza start to squabble)
Sanchez: Lieutenants! There's only one more building inside the mile radius. If it's not here, then it's gotta be at the last one.
(Flynn holds the victim's car key underneath his jaw with his mouth open)
Provenza: What in the he** are you doin?!
Flynn: I'm using my head as an antenna. (holds the key out to Sanchez) You wanna try?
Sanchez: Uh, no, thank you.
Flynn: (repositioning the key under his jaw) Now, I read this on the internet. It increases the range by 100 feet.
Sanchez: I don't care.
(The car alarm to the victim's car goes off above them)