Homicide: Life on the Street, Season 1

Lewis:
I know this probably doesn't say much for me; but you're probably the closest thing I have to a best friend. So without further ado, I want you to see my baby.

Crosetti:
Ohh, Meldrick.

Lewis:
She's a beauty, huh?

Crosetti:
I think she looks like an engine.

Lewis:
Not just an engine, Crosetti. It's a high-riser, 427- overhead V-8 with dual Holley carbs. 600 horses of power, baby, she flies like the wicked witch of the West. I'm gonna hafta move to Nevada.

Crosetti:
Hold on, let me see it again. Where are the doors and the tires?

Lewis:
See, this is the petty-minded details. What you have in your hand is the heart and soul of the Cobra that I am building.

Crosetti:
Let me tell ya. That doesn't play with me, see when you buy a house, you don't buy a pile of dirt with a toilet on top of it. You get 4 walls which constitutes a dwelling. You - if you look very closely - have squat here.

Lewis:
See, you're makin' fun of me and I appreciate that; but what I have there is the foundation of a classic sportscar. What you have on your tie there is ink. [phone rings] Homicide, Detective Goodwrench.