- Insp. Nash Bridges: Well... well, well... thirteen-ton truck doesn't just vanish.
- [speaking of an armored bank truck]
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: Well, if it was a U.F.O. at least we know they're here for our money, not our women.
- Insp. Nash Bridges: Son of a bitch shot my car. Evan, fish that bastard out of the bay.
- [after shooting the suspect dead out of a helicopter]
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: I can't believe how lucky you are.
- Insp. Nash Bridges: Ah, it isn't luck if you can do it consistantly.