New Tricks2003

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Supt. Sandra Pullman:
Thank you. Oh my God! It looks amazing. [waitress places lobster entr?es in front of them] Wow!

Chris McConnell:
[to waitress] Thank you.

Supt. Sandra Pullman:
Cheers!

Chris McConnell:
Cheers. *Big* pans?

Supt. Sandra Pullman:
*Big* pans

Chris McConnell:
Sexy.

Supt. Sandra Pullman:
Mother's advice.

Chris McConnell:
Mother knows best.

Supt. Sandra Pullman:
Mm-hm. Never go into bike sheds with boys. Don't scrimp on moisturiser. Oh yeah. And, um, beware of newspaper editors who buy you lobster; they always want something.

Chris McConnell:
Well, this time Mother Pullman was wrong. This editor wants to *give* you something. A coup. The case. A career-enhancing collar.

Supt. Sandra Pullman:
No thanks. I'm on a sleaze-free diet.

Chris McConnell:
But what if I had evidence of a terrible crime.

Supt. Sandra Pullman:
Then go to the regular police.

Chris McConnell:
But it's old; it's cold; it's right up your street.