Nash Bridges1996

Insp. Harvey Leek:
Huh, Tommy, what happened here? Your normal loan-sharking, arsen-for-hire gigs, they all dry up?

Tommy Orlando:
I got nothing to say to you, man.

Caitlin Cross:
Where's the food from?

Tommy Orlando:
Who knows. I don't eat Chinese.

Caitlin Cross:
Huh, well you're tough. Ronnie, ah, why don't you take Mr. Orlando here to jail. Book him on felony narcotics possession, felony weapons possession and, ah, attempted murder of a polcie officer.

Officer Ronnie:
My pleasure. Let's go. [turning the handcuffed Orlando around]

Caitlin Cross:
See you in about fifteen years. Maybe then you won't be so tough.