- Detective Ray Carling: It goes like this, Spaceman. We live on a rock, there ain't no rhyme, there ain't no reason. We live on a rock, just one of many. Hurling around in some big cosmic jumblelaya. Now you wanna get questiony, that's your prerogative. My ma took me to a loud church every Sunday. She squeezed her eyes shut, she pressed her rosary beads to her lips and she prayed for good things for those she loved. But, cancer took two of her sisters. Her husband couldn't make a move without a belly full of gin, her youngest son turned to a life of crime, and her oldest, me, is a nasty son of a bitch who can't get out of third gear without a snarl. So, who was she talking to every Sunday and why wasn't he answering? I will tell you why, because we live on a rock, just one of many. There ain't no answers! There's just this! And all you can really hope to do is to find a couple of people who make the seventy or eighty odd years we get to live on this sweet swinging sphere remotely tolerable.
- [beat]
- Detective Ray Carling: I gotta take a leak.
- Lieutenant Gene Hunt: Tyler, Come here. I need you.
- [Having resolved to stay in 1973 with the people he has become so attached to, Sam walks up to Gene and gives him a big hug]
- Lieutenant Gene Hunt: [laughing] I know. I think I'm gonna miss you most of all, scarecrow.
- [Sam is suddenly 'awoken', presumably never to see his 1973 friends again]
- Lieutenant Gene Hunt: Revenge is for the weak. The strong, they brush it off... and say, "Thanks for the gunshot, dinkweed, but I didn't even feel it."
- Detective Sam Tyler: You really been shot five times, Gene?
- Lieutenant Gene Hunt: Shot five times. Shot at 351 times.
- Detective Sam Tyler: You count?
- Lieutenant Gene Hunt: Two things you always count, Tyler, gunshots and blessings.
- Ruth Tyler: [Det. Carling and another detective are leaving, Starsky & Hutch style, to look for the two Sam Tylers] Look at those cavemen go!