- Mick Barrett: Come on. We have an appointment.
- Joey Barrett: With who?
- Mick Barrett: With *whom*.
- Joey Barrett: I don't know. That's why I asked you.
- [referring to the beautiful women working for Noreen Darman]
- Joey Barrett: You know what? I don't believe this place. Do you think she's legit, or is this just one big cathouse?
- Mick Barrett: Well, You know, when I think of escorts, I think of women hanging on somebody's arm. When I look at these, my arm's way down.
- Mick Barrett: Hey, Joey, tell him about the Mercury.
- Lt. Luis Ortega: What Mercury?
- Joey Barrett: Ah, when we drove up here, there was a gold Mercury Marquis whippin' out of the driveway. It just about hit us.
- Lt. Luis Ortega: Did you get a good look at him?
- Joey Barrett: No. White guy, dark hair, glasses, oldish.
- Lt. Luis Ortega: How oldish?
- Joey Barrett: [chuckling] Mickish.
- Mick Barrett: Hey! You wonder why I don't back you up in your stupid dreams?