- Sgt. Buck Frobisher: [on a train taken over by terrorists] I've found the brake.
- Fraser Sr.: What makes you think it's the brake?
- Sgt. Buck Frobisher: It's written right on it, "brake".
- Fraser Sr.: Huh, could be a ruse.
- Sgt. Buck Frobisher: To what end?
- Fraser Sr.: Something criminal.
- Sgt. Buck Frobisher: Are you insinuating that an entire design crew has deliberately mislabeled the key elements of a train?
- Fraser Sr.: It's possible.
- Sgt. Buck Frobisher: I'm talking to a lunatic.
- Inspector Meg Thatcher: [about their kiss] You realize, Fraser, that what happened between us can never repeat itself. Unless of course the exact same circumstances were to repeat themselves.
- Fraser: By "exact same circumstances", sir, do you mean we would have to be aboard a train loaded with unconscious Mounties that had been taken over by terrorists and were heading for a nuclear catastrophe?
- Inspector Meg Thatcher: Exactly.
- Agent Ford: All right, gentlemen, here's our situation. Representatives from State and the NSC are meeting regarding the larger implications. Now as we speak, two rapid response teams are flying in from Fort Bragg...
- Ray Vecchio: What, no B-52 squadron?
- Agent Ford: You have a problem with this, Detective?
- Ray Vecchio: You know, Ford, we all have our own style. Me, I get a headache, I don't take a chain saw to it - I swallow a couple of aspirin.
- Sgt. Buck Frobisher: [picking up his cane] Ah, Benton. Did they issue you one of these yet?
- Fraser: Not yet, sir, no.
- Sgt. Buck Frobisher: Ah, you're young. In a few years, that steel blade that you took in the leg - it'll start acting up, just like it did with me.
- [passes wind as he bends over]
- Fraser Sr.: Try spending a week on the stakeout with him in Dead Horse Gulch.
- Fraser: Do you mind?
- Sgt. Buck Frobisher: What's that?
- Fraser: Uh, nothing, sir, nothing.