- Sam Gluckman: I want you to know something, officer. I wouldn't print anything like this. I mean really... candles stuck in all her privates? That's just sick.
- Dope Dealer: The cops followed you up here you dumb nigger, you!
- Adkins: Hey, who the fuck you're calling "dumb", asshole breath?
- [throws his cocaine up in the dope dealer's face]
- Adkins: Can't flush a fuckin' toilet, and he's calling me dumb.
- Sue Ellen: Wow! So this is what a photographer's studio really looks like.
- Kirk Smith: More coffee?
- Sue Ellen: I can't believe I'm this lucky. I'm in LA two weeks and I get picked up hitchhiking by a photographer who needs a model. My friends back in Indiana are gonna be knocked out when they see me on the cover of a magazine! It's all like a dream to me, really.
- Kirk Smith: Yes, it is like a dream. You know, sue Ellen, hitchhiking in California can be very dangerous. I think you should be careful, honey.
- Sue Ellen: You're telling me! One guy stopped and asked if I'd give him head. Imagine, I mean, that would never happen back in Indiana. But I can trust you, huh?
- Kirk Smith: Of course you can. Now, why don't you go in there and get dressed, and I'll fix up the studio. There are a few things I have to take care of, and we'll get started.
- Sgt. Hatcher: Did you get me a shot of that breast?
- Forensic photographer: [Grinning] Which one? She's got two, you know.
- Sgt. Hatcher: The one that was nearly bitten off, goddammit!
- Kirk Smith: [shouting at Dr. Gale, and grabbing her breast] Shut up or I'll tear your tit off. Shut up!
- Lt. Chris McCabe: It's the strangler's M. O., all right, but now we know that he uses a stocking from the previous victim.
- Sgt. Hatcher: Hey, that's great! Now we got him on petty theft, along with murder!