Emilio Estevez credited as playing...
Bill Reimers
- Chris Lecce: [Chris and Bill are whiling away the time playing trivia questions] Okay, I got one, name the 16th President
- Bill Reimers: I don't know
- Chris Lecce: Here's a hint...
- Bill Reimers: Abraham Lincoln.
- Bill Reimers: [His questions are identifying quotes] Okay, "This was no boating accident!"
- Chris Lecce: No idea
- Bill Reimers: Man, you suck at this
- Chris Lecce: [whilst searching Maria's house, Chris holds up a newspaper clipping about Montgomery] Now is no time to be pausing for the news, Chris
- Bill Reimers: Now is no time to be pausing for the news, Chris
- Chris Lecce: [Chris continues his search]
- Chris Lecce: Ah - we have a letter. 'Dear Maria, I hear you are doing okay. I hear you are seeing a couple of guys. Sometimes I get so mad I could wipe out the entire world, and enjoy myself doing it'. Now how could she have dumped a charmer like him?
- [Reading the police profile on Maria McGuire]
- Bill Reimers: And, the moment we've all been waiting for... 313 pounds.
- Chris Lecce: 313 pounds? Let me see that.
- Bill Reimers: I would imagine that's fully clothed.
- Chris Lecce: Oh my God, she could be the house! I hate this job!
- [on the phone with Bill while at Maria's place]
- Chris Lecce: I'll be about half an hour.
- Bill Reimers: Where are my donuts you prick?
- Chris Lecce: Maybe more.
- Bill Reimers: [seeing Phil and Jack leave, laughing about something] Yeah, I smell a rat, they are up to something. I don't know what it is, but they are up to something. I'm going to find out what it is
- [he raises binoculars to his eyes, lowers them, then turns to Chris]
- Bill Reimers: Do you know what it is?
- Chris Lecce: [casually, with a straight face] Yeah, I think I have a pretty good idea
- Chris Lecce: What, what, tell me?
- Bill Reimers: [Turns at Chris' gesture, and sees that ink coating the rims of the binoculars is now around each eye, making him look like a racoon] Son of a bitch! Christ, I'm gonna *kill* 'em!
- Bill Reimers: [looking in the refrigerator] I don't believe this. They ate all the food and left dog turds in the fridge.
- Chris Lecce: Don't worry. I'll go to the supermarket. What do you want?
- Bill Reimers: Truth and justice.
- Chris Lecce: Anything else?
- Bill Reimers: Doughnuts.
- Chris Lecce: Why not? We *are* cops.
- Bill Reimers: [during an argument about who killed Kennedy, Bill checks the fridge] Those bastards. They ate everything and left us a dog turd.
- Chris Lecce: Ralph Warren left us a dog turd?
- Bill Reimers: No, Phil and Jack. I am gonna get those guys. I don't know how, but I will.
- Chris Lecce: Give me the keys. I'll go to the supermarket. What do you want?
- Bill Reimers: Truth and justice.
- Chris Lecce: Anything else?
- Bill Reimers: Doughnuts.
- Chris Lecce: Why not? We're cops.
- Bill Reimers: [after Chris comes back from bugging Maria's phone and snooping around her room] What the hell were you doin'?
- Chris Lecce: What do you mean, what was I doin'? I was putting in a bug, for crying out loud.
- Bill Reimers: Oh, really? Is that what that was? Huh? Well I don't call goin' through that woman's drawers *puttin' in a goddam bug*.
- Chris Lecce: Oh, calm down. Don't blow a bowel, okay? For crying out loud. I thought I saw something in her bureau that would tell us whether or not she talked to Montgomery.
- Bill Reimers: But I would appreciate that you not act like a walking hard on while we're working together.
- [leaves room]
- Bill Reimers: Excuse me.
- Chris Lecce: Succinctly put.
- Bill Reimers: What the hell did we do to deserve this?
- Chris Lecce: I think it was that stripper we sent to the captain on his birthday.
- Bill Reimers: I told you we should have sent the woman.
- Chris Lecce: Yeah, I think you're right. I screwed up.
- Bill Reimers: What are you gonna do about her?
- Chris Lecce: Oh, man, I... I think I love her. I really do.
- Bill Reimers: Well, I'd hate to think that you risked it all just because you liked her.