Starsky and Hutch2004

Hutch:
You gotta be kidding me. No way!

Starsky:
What?

Hutch:
A floater. Nothing harder to solve than a floater. No prints, body's usually bloated, it's next to impossible. All right, I say we push it out and hope the current pushes it down to the next precinct.

[Hutch tries to push the body away with a stick]

Starsky:
Whoa, what are you doing?

Hutch:
Trust me, you're gonna thank me for this one.

Starsky:
Hey, seriously stop it.

Hutch:
The key is not to pop it. You gotta be very ginger.

Starsky:
Hey!

[Starsky points a gun at Hutch]

Hutch:
What are you doing?!

Starsky:
I said drop the stick.

Hutch:
You're gonna point a gun at me? Okay, fine, have it your way. If it's so important knock yourself out. What are you gonna solve anyway?

Starsky:
A murder. I'm gonna solve a murder.