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Light My Fire

Gershwin: And you, Detective, you look familiar to me. The police athletic league fund-raiser two years ago. We shared a table. You were with your wife -- very attractive brunette. A police, um...a police technician, as I recall.

Jim: That's quite a memory you have.

Gershwin: I have a photographic memory. How is your wife?

Jim: Well, now that she's divorced me and moved to San Francisco, just fine.

Jim: Call me oversensitive, but don't you think it's bit premature to slap him with a felony accusation?

Debra: I was trying to get information, not become his best friend.

Blair: The idea here is to get people to trust you.

Debra: Well, I find it works better to keep them off-balance.

Jim: The only thing that's off-balance here is your approach.

Blair: Sam and I know each other socially.

Sam: Yeah, at least we did until Blair stood me up at a sushi restaurant.

Blair: I got the dates mixed up.

Sam: That's what happens when you overbook.

Blair: Whoa! You trying to kill me?! You did that on purpose.

Sam: Oh, it was just a harmless chemical reaction -- kind of like your feelings for me.

Jim: This is Mr. Zog's Sex Wax.

Blair: "Sex Wax"?

Jim: Whoa, whoa, easy, Chief. It's what surfers use to coat their boards for traction in the water. This is coconut-scented.

Jim: So, what's the deal with you and Samantha?

Blair: You believe that? She must still really like me.

Jim: Like you? She wanted to blow your face off.

Blair: That's just her way of showing affection. Like the way lions bat each other around before they mate.

Jim: Well, let me tell you something, if she likes you any more, you'd better buy some life insurance.

Jim: If you'd allow me... I have an idea that I'd like to play out.

Simon: How dangerous an idea?

Jim: Well, sir, let's just say if I'm wrong... the department won't have to worry about those retirement benefits it's going to owe me.

Blair: Wait a minute. Quick question, or actually, two. One, what's this idea and two, how involved in it am I?

Jim: Well, you're my partner, right?

Blair: Yeah.

Jim: Say no more. Thank you, sir.

Jim: I thought you were Mr. Outdoors. All that time spent out in the wilderness.

Blair: Yeah. Most of it was in the jungle. The jungle's hot, remember? The thing I don't understand -- you're Mr. heightened senses; how come the cold isn't bothering you.

Jim: It's not that cold.

Blair: Are you kidding me? If Matson doesn't get here pretty soon, I'm going to start a fire myself.

Blair: You know, a lot of primitive tribes, they believe that fire is a living spirit. The Indians consider it a sacred provider of warmth and protection. And to the Polynesians, it's a god. I remember once I was in the Fijian islands. saw this fire dance. Jim, there was this dancer there... Oh, she had the best body.

Jim: You know, it's becoming crystal clear to me why you were drawn to anthropology in the first place -- one-track mind.

Blair: Don't cheapen it.

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