- Detective James Crockett: My head tells me he's stone-cold insane. My gut says let's go with him on this.
- Detective James Crockett: You know, this guy's acting a little off the wall, but I heard he's one hell of a cop.
- Detective Ricardo Tubbs: He may be out there where the buses don't run, but the information is correct.
- Detective James Crockett: No kidding.
- Lieutenant Martin Castillo: Tony Acaro's dead.
- Detective James Crockett: So is Jimmy Hoffa. Haven't found his body, either.
- Detective James Crockett: Well, what do you think? Do we play follow the wacko with this guy, Weldon, or what?
- Detective Ricardo Tubbs: You said he was a great cop.
- Detective James Crockett: Was being the key word here.
- Detective James Crockett: I don't like it, Rico. The more I think about it, the more I don't like it. I got a stack of real cases here, and we're playing this silly game.
- Detective Ricardo Tubbs: Yeah, but the dude says that Arcaro is alive. And you said that they never found Hoffa's body, either.
- Detective James Crockett: I'm not talking about Arcaro. I'm talking about Weldon. The man has left most of his groceries at the market, pal.
- Detective Ricardo Tubbs: Maybe. Maybe we'll find out after tonight.
- Detective Gina Calabrese: The Weldon file, per your request. Came right after "weirdos" in the file.
- Detective Ricardo Tubbs: Beautiful. Gina, the next time you're downtown, why don't you pull the archives on the Arcaro file?
- Detective Gina Calabrese: You owe me one, Rico.
- Detective Ricardo Tubbs: Hey, remember, this nation was built on credit.
- Marty Lang: [to Crockett and Tubbs, who are questioning him about his former partner, Hank Weldon] You're in a bar. Some joker pours about $5 worth of quarters in the juke, starts pressing J-50. Over and over... J-50. Loves the song, right? Tony Arcaro is Hank Weldon's J-50.
- Detective Ricardo Tubbs: [in reference to their meeting with Marty Lang] Did you smell his sweat? Had a definite "panic" flavor.
- Detective James Crockett: He was holding something back, Rico. What, I don't know.
- Detective Ricardo Tubbs: [Weldon is sitting on the hood of Tubbs's car, sipping from a bottle of clam juice] Look who's having himself a picnic on the hood of my car!
- Hank Weldon: Hi, fellas. Meter maid came by. Wanted to give you a ticket. I talked her out of it. Said you'd be right back. Saved you money.
- Detective James Crockett: Hey, thanks a lot, Hank.
- Hank Weldon: [offers the bottle to Crockett] Clam juice?
- Detective James Crockett: No.
- Detective Ricardo Tubbs: Off my car.
- Hank Weldon: It's great stuff. Clean you right out.
- Hank Weldon: [gets off the car] So how's Mr. Marty Lang? Did he say I was, you know, *crazy*? Hmm?
- Detective James Crockett: [seated at the Ocean Club] To tell you the truth, Hank, I checked this morning, and I checked when we came in, and there is no Freddie Constanza on the reservations list today - for lunch or any other meal.
- Hank Weldon: [as Constanza suddenly appears, entering the restaurant] That's too bad. I guess this guy must be from that new Celebrity Criminal Look-alike Agency or something, huh? Gosh. My mistake... Sonny, Sonny, Sonny. Constanza don't have to show you no stinking reservations!
- Detective James Crockett: You said you didn't know what a floppy disk was.
- Detective Ricardo Tubbs: Yeah, I twisted the truth.
- Hank Weldon: [as they're lying in wait, anticipating a drug delivery at one of the off-shore stilt houses] It's quiet out there. *Too* quiet.
- Hank Weldon: Marty, we got him.
- Marty Lang: Yeah, Hank, we did.
- Detective James Crockett: You knew... You knew he killed Arcaro.
- Marty Lang: I helped him build the wall. He was my partner. You understand? You understand?
- Detective James Crockett: [quietly] Yeah.