- Candice McElroy: [to Danny] Reagan, we got a witness. This is Mr Sands.
- Danny Reagan: Mr Sands. Did you see what happened?
- Jonathan Sands: Well, I saw a car pull up and just throw that poor man out and then I called 911.
- Danny Reagan: OK, what kind of car? Did you get a licence plate number?
- Jonathan Sands: It was the kind of car that airport rental people call mid-size; beige or taupe. I was a little too freaked to memorize a licence plate.
- Danny Reagan: OK, I understand.
- EMT: [holds up a dead rat] Detectives, we found this when we cut away the victim's pants.
- Jonathan Sands: Oh my god.
- Danny Reagan: You found that in his pants?
- Candice McElroy: Some kind of a mob message?
- Danny Reagan: Or a union beef.
- Jonathan Sands: Oh, that's disgusting.
- Danny Reagan: How do you think he feels? He was in some guy's pants. Ah, the deceased here, did he have any identification on him?
- EMT: No.
- Danny Reagan: No? Any last words?
- EMT: [laughs and hands Danny the rat] Aw man.
- Danny Reagan: I'm just sayin'.
- Jonathan Sands: You people are terrible.
- Danny Reagan: No, Mr Sands. It's a coping mechanism. It's how we cope with loss around here.
- [to Mac]
- Danny Reagan: Um, we should probably get a picture of the deceased.
- Candice McElroy: Yeah. OK, say cheese.
- Danny Reagan: Cheese!