- Lt. James Dempsey: [Rickie skates up to Dempsey and Makepeace in the park] Nice movin', Rickie.
- Rickie Rude: Yeah man, I got greased lightning on my wheels.
- Det. Sgt. Harry Makepeace: Why don't you put some on your tongue, Mr. Grant.
- Rickie Rude: Rude.
- Det. Sgt. Harry Makepeace: What?
- Rickie Rude: Rickie Rude, changed my name by Deed Poll.
- Lt. James Dempsey: Cute.
- Rickie Rude: I know, the girls love it.
- Det. Sgt. Harry Makepeace: Not this one.
- Lt. James Dempsey: [to Rickie] You ever tried skating in a cell? It really makes your turns perfect.
- Lt. James Dempsey: Listen, I may be the guy he hates most in the world. Maybe he spend the last two and half years thinking about how he was going to get even with me. Now all of a sudden that same guy, namely me, is offering him his freedom. That's gotta hurt.
- Det. Sgt. Harry Makepeace: Maybe it hurts too much.
- Lt. James Dempsey: In that case, you're in charge of plan B.
- Det. Sgt. Harry Makepeace: Oh, thanks a bunch.
- Lt. James Dempsey: I can't do everything, Makepeace.
- Lt. James Dempsey: [pointing a gun at Lymon's face] I thought we had a deal.
- Keith Lymon: What deal?
- Lt. James Dempsey: You we're gonna lead me to Eddie Dean's brother.
- Keith Lymon: [wipes blood from his nose] Half brother.
- Lt. James Dempsey: Where is he?
- Keith Lymon: You just shot him.
- Lt. James Dempsey: My nose tells me something's wrong here, Makepeace.
- Det. Sgt. Harry Makepeace: Well lets hope your nose is wrong, for Lucy's sake.