Silk Stalkings

Sgt. Chris Lorenzo:
I am not after people, I am after justice. That's what makes me such a special civil servant.

Sgt. Chris Lorenzo:
Yeah, I am sneaking up on your blindside, Sam.

Sgt. Rita Lee Lance:
You wouldn't do that to me, Sam, 'cause your my best friend, too.

Sgt. Chris Lorenzo:
Yeah, what a revolting development!

Sgt. Chris Lorenzo:
Sammy, I'm impressed. I didn't know you followed baseball. I thought golf was your only sport.

Sgt. Rita Lee Lance:
Great, now all I need is a pair of pom-poms.

Sgt. Chris Lorenzo:
I don't know Sam, the pom-poms you got look pretty good to me.

Sgt. Chris Lorenzo:
Would you?

Sgt. Rita Lee Lance:
Would I what?

Sgt. Chris Lorenzo:
You know, scream and call my name over and over if we did it.

Sgt. Rita Lee Lance:
I would rather go down in a blaze of inefficiency with you.

Sgt. Chris Lorenzo:
It's just that you're my best friend, Sam.

Sgt. Rita Lee Lance:
As long as you're working with me, you're not even gonna come close.

Sgt. Chris Lorenzo:
I wasn't making a play.

Sgt. Rita Lee Lance:
Oh, but as soon as they separate us, I will race you to the nearest motel.

Sgt. Chris Lorenzo:
I couldn't take that chance, Sam. I am so good in bed that I would explode that balloon in your head in the first 30 mintues. I just wouldn't want that on my conscience.

Sgt. Chris Lorenzo:
How often do you and Fran fight?

Capt. Harry Lipschitz:
Daily is a word that comes to mind. Hourly: by the minute is also good.

Sgt. Chris Lorenzo:
So she wants me to go undercover as a male escort, can you picture that?

Capt. Harry Lipschitz:
Yeah, in perfect focus, do it.

Sgt. Chris Lorenzo:
The longer you wait, the harder it gets.

Sgt. Rita Lee Lance:
Is that what you told Angela?

Sgt. Chris Lorenzo:
You're so funny.

Lena Correll:
I hate to lose a good lover.

Johnny Almendarez:
Oh hell, Lena, there's always power tools.

Lena Correll:
[to Johnny Almendarez] One thing I want from you. I want to watch you die.

Solange:
There are bigger fish in the ocean than you...although I don't know who they are.

Foster Henshaw:
[meeting a woman in a bar] So, what are you doing the rest of the afternoon?

Cally Henshaw:
Aren't you supposed to ask my sign first?

Foster Henshaw:
I'll bite. What's your sign?

Cally Henshaw:
'Will have sex for money.'

Foster Henshaw:
How much money?

Cally Henshaw:
One thousand dollars.

Foster Henshaw:
Sounds cheap at twice the price.

Cally Henshaw:
Good, then make it two thousand. I don't come cheap.

Sgt. Rita Lee Lance:
Jealous or complaining, Sue?

Susan Harner:
I guess I'm complaining. Did you even bother to read him his rights?

Sgt. Rita Lee Lance:
It's the first thing I did.

Susan Harner:
Did he know he was having them read to him?

Sgt. Rita Lee Lance:
You still have to proof that Gator Ramsey killed his wife. My hunch is he didn't do it.

Susan Harner:
A legal hunch or a sexual one?

Sgt. Rita Lee Lance:
Captain, could you get this dry biscuit out of here? I can't stand rightous indignation before my coffee.

Roxanne Dockweiler aka Roxy The Doxy:
Sam, Sam, why Sam?

Sgt. Chris Lorenzo, Sgt. Rita Lee Lance:
Slammin' Sammy Snead!

Sgt. Rita Lee Lance:
The greatest golfer that ever lived.

Sgt. Rita Lee Lance:
When I met you four years ago, you were driving a jag. I said to myself, who is this sharp piece of business driving an English sled looking like a million dollars. Now four girlfriends later, I'm asking myself who is this skunk wearing hushpuppies and walking to work.

Assistant D.A. George Donovan:
You call golf a game? I mean, the people who gave us golf and called it a game are the same people who gave us bagpipes and call it music.