"Figueroa, my man, I'd trust you with my life. In fact, I do it on a daily basis."
"And you're still alive, too."
"Watch out for the light pole!"
"Missed it by a mile."
"A good quarter of an inch anyhow."
"Thirty-three."
"We got a second call on that woman screaming for help. Where are you?"
"Northbound on LaSalle. Driving's real bad, squad," Bennis said, trying not to gasp as Figueroa slewed within kissing distance of another light pole. "But I'd guess we're just two minutes out now."
"Yeah, thirty-three. Okay. By the way, the news is it's gonna keep snowing until noon tomorrow."
"How nice."