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Ice Man

Simon: Name is Max Vaughn. He's a... rather, he was the manager of a fancy strip club downtown. Club Pigale.

Blair: Oh, hey, that's that one down on Sixth Street. I go past it on my way to school. Just past it.

Jim: You sure you're ready for this, Chief?

Blair: You think I've never been to a strip club before?

Jim: This is a little more than a strip club.

Blair: I was in Malaysia once and I spent a month with this tribe that believed that sex was a religious ritual and had to be performed six times every, uh...

Jim: Come on, Darwin. You need a cold shower?

Blair: Yeah. Jim, I know this girl. I mean, I don't know, but I've seen her before.

Jim: You been holding out on me?

Blair: No, no, not from here. From the university.

Jim: Get that typed up, Chief?

Blair: What's that?

Jim: Oh, her confession.

Blair: No.

Jim: Oh, man, I don't believe this.

Blair: What?

Jim: You've got a thing for her.

Blair: Come on. No, I don't. She's cute, she's just not my type even if she wasn't a...

Jim: ...a hooker?

Blair: See there? That word -- it has a definite connotation to it. Did you know that in ancient Egypt, prostitutes, they were...venerated!

Jim: Well, I don't see any pyramids around here. So, let's keep it professional, okay, Chief?

Jim: Right, and they ran it through their database... Why am I smelling perfume here?

Blair: That's what I wanted to talk to you about.

Jim: Wait a minute, you're supposed to be doing police work and you're dilly-dallying around with some girl? Where is she?

Jim: Anything comes up on her beeper, you call me. Remember what I said about keeping it professional?

Blair: Right.

Jim: Hey, hey. I mean the cop way.

Blair: Right.

Amber: You look good in a beard.

Blair: Oh, yeah? I grew one once when I was in Sumatra. I woke up one morning and I found out that a couple of spiders had made their nest in it. I've been clean-shaven ever since. That was supposed to make you laugh. It's a joke.

Jim: Maybe there's some significance to that four-leaf clover.

Blair: Right. Like some type of Irish organization. You know, like a social club.

Jim: What would a guy named Hans Gruenwald be doing in an Irish social club?

Blair: Jim, I'm just thinking out loud here, okay?

Jim: I could have sworn I just heard the captain calling. If you'll excuse me. Excuse me.

Amber: I didn't hear anything.

Blair: Oh, he's got great ears. You'd be surprised what they can pick up.

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