Blind Faith (30)

Planning on getting a dog?
No.  My nephew wants a puppy for his birthday.  One of these wrinkly
chinese deals. 
Sharpe.
I never pictured you as a dog person, you ever had one?
A long time ago.
  -- Nick and Tracy

Well you don't buy a Sharpe, you ransom 'em.  I could buy him a Mazda 
for the same amount of money.
Well, Mazda's don't fetch.
  -- Nick and Tracy

He's a certifiable serial creep.  Get that sleazeball off my street,
I'll buy you both a puppy dog.
  -- Reese

Hey, you are a dog lover.
Well, they're your friend, your companion.  They accept you
unconditionally. 
  -- Tracy and Nick

Fruit of the hunt.  Venison for you...the rest for me.
  -- Nick

All right, you'll need a name, what shall we call you?  How about
Raleigh, as in Sir Walter?
  -- Nick

I had a dog growing up...Sparky.
Sparky?
Yeah, what's wrong with Sparky?  
Oh nothing.  It's what I'd expect you to call a dog.
What is that supposed to mean?
Nothing, Sparky is a fine name.  You didn't have a cat named Fluffy
did you?
  -- Tracy and Nick

Blow this guy off--go round him.  Take Adelaide to Jarvis, it's faster.
Maybe you'd like you're own little steering wheel, huh?
  -- Tracy and Nick

It'll make you feel a whole lot better, lady, because I'm the Doctor
of Love.  The Doctor is in!
  -- Rapist

What the hell could do that to a person?
Well, she thinks it was a dog.  She said she was lying there.  All she
saw was a big furry blur, and the next thing you know, guy's being
torn apart. 
Whatever it is, it's a hero tonight.
  -- Reese and Tracy

What is it?
I need to get the remains back to the lab.  For now let's just say
that something is not right, here.
  -- Nick and Natalie

You could chew on rusty nails for a whole year and not get that much
iron.  Go ahead, drink it.
Oh...
Nostrovya!
Nostrovya.
Ah, I think rusty nails would taste better.
  -- Natalie and Nick

So, suspicions confirmed about the rapist.
Oh, John Doe-burger.  Well, he was many quarts low as we say in medical
parlance.  Drained.  Not very much blood on the scene.  Someone we
know?
But a wild animal?
Well, I was hoping you'd help me out on that.
If a carouche attacked?
A what?
A carouche.  A lower form of vampire.  Feed off vermin.
  -- Nick and Natalie

Company, is it?  Whoa!
Expecting someone?
Holy bollucks, mate!  Almost gave me tomtoms north to Alaska!
Not gentry sneaking up, like that.  You know, birds of a feather and
all that jammy-jam.
I'm not one of your kind.  
  -- Screed and Nick

Let's talk about dogs.
Dogs, eh?  Not my favorite.  Too much drool, dogs.  Bleeding, barkey.
Have you brought one across?
You mean in my day?  Might 'ave.  Can't clearly recall.  You know how
it is, maybe a little fast food.  Double-double drive through,
pop-banger kind of thing. You're interrupted here and there, sometimes if 
you don't quite lick your dish clean... 
I mean recently.
What, like, since the Cuban Missile crisis?... Nope.  
  -- Nick and Screed

Not me, but word up, detectitive.  There's another like me here and abouts.
Carouche type.  Vicious, mean droogey, malinkey cat'le mutilater, yeah.
You're average wanky thinks its UFOs making 'em crop circles dicing
'an slicin'
 'em moo cows but unh-huh...Take my word Defective Knight,
kitty-witties, doggy-woggies, horsey-smorshies, 
none of 'em safe.  Oh he's a heartless scum, all right, that one.
Where might I find him?
Try under a rock.
  -- Screed and Nick

Look, I got me onions peeled for that buttery dog and all that.  Zack
'im and snap 'im hickory  stick 'im in the heart.  Napalm his fuzzy butt.
Hack off his cabeza!  Did my bit.  Good citizen Screed, you can count
on me. Don't be so much the mysterious stranger, eh, Dicky Nick.  Drop
down any time.   
(Nick vanishes in a whoosh) 
C'hid git you a little bubble and squeak for the fun of it, eh? 
  -- Screed and Nick

The job's great.  It's not what I'm used to.
Jody's a helicopter pilot.
Flying a desk now.  
  -- Jody and Tracy

What brings you out here tonight, so far from the comforts of the
city?
I thought I'd see how I like...roughing it.
  -- Nick and LaCroix

Austerity doesn't suit you, Nicholas.
  -- LaCroix

Dogs are for breakfast.  And then only in the hardest of times.
  -- LaCroix

Her MS is insidioulsy degenerative, Nick.  And it goes without saying,
that its incurable. 
It must be so painful for her, losing her freedom and her mobility.
Sort of like having to avoid the sunlight for eternity.  Kind of
limits your options.
  -- Natalie and Nick

What about the dog, Nick?
Yeah, that's a problem.  LIke it or not, I guess it's mine.
  -- Natalie and Nick

You were close.
Yeah, inseparable in college. But, you know, people drift apart, go
there own way. 
Well, it doesn't have to be that.  I've had friends I haven't seen in a
hundred...in years, and uh, sometimes you can pick up where you left
off. 
Thanks, Nick.  I think I know what you're saying, but I...feel scared.
  -- Tracy and Nick

I can't resist the pull of a ripping good mystery.  The names Doyle.
Arthur Conan Doyle.
You'd best be on your way back Mr. Doyle.  You're in grave danger if
you remain here.
  -- Arthur Conan Doyle and Nick

I suppose you'll just have to do the right thing.  Finish what the
carouche started.
This is your doing.  
Yours to undue.  A simple thing really, Nicholas.  You just have to
slay him.  You can do it.  I know you can kill. 
(Nick throws a stake at him)
You'll have to be a much better shot than that, Nicholas.  
  -- LaCroix and Nick

Whoa!  
What?  Too much scotch.
No.  No, it's fun.  YOu know you never did know how to mix a drink.
Rule number one.  Scotch only mixes with water, and only in an
emergency. 
  -- Jody and Tracy

Good boy...
  -- Jody

I don't know maybe losing Perry drove her over the top. You took him
down to animal control, right, Nick? 
I took care of it!
  --  Reese and Nick (responding to Natalie's knowing look)

She's strong.  She'll survive.
  -- Nick