- Pearson: Last but not least, lovely blonde sixteen-year-old girl - from Beverly Hills, no less, and slumming, I presume - suffered massive damage to both her once-pretty legs, may be crippled for life, and her mind blown half-way to the moon, simply because she was foolish enough to lie down on this particular beach.
- Sergeant Royko: [mumbles] Never would have happened in Chicago.
- Pearson: [sternly] Yeah? One more remark like that out of your mouth and Chicago's where you're gonna be!
- [after finding a single eyeball on the beach]
- Sergeant Royko: Hey, Harry! What color eyes your stewardess have... had?
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