- Insp. Joe Dominguez: You know, if you drive a little slower I might be able to hit something.
- [as they are being shot at by a pursuing vehicle]
- Insp. Nash Bridges: Yeah? Well, if you'd hit something I might be able to driver a little slower!
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: I don't get it - I never had trouble getting a ride, even as a kid. I mean, even when I looked like latino Charles Manson. No problem.
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: So, ah, you're gonna let Cassidy drive the cuda?
- Insp. Nash Bridges: Yes, I was.
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: Yeah, but I never get to drive the car. A wonder how that all fits together, doesn't it?
- Insp. Nash Bridges: What does?
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: You know, you, your car, your whole attitude towards the Dominguez clan.
- Insp. Nash Bridges: What are you getting mad about?
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: Well, you hurt my feelings, all right? I mean, you may not realize it, but J.J. is actually a very decent upstanding young man. You know, God just played a trick on me and put him in a slacker's body.
- Insp. Nash Bridges: Joe.
- [laughing]
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: Hey man, looks are very deceiving, you know? I mean, check it out: if Ingrid sized me up on looks alone, would she have married me?
- Insp. Nash Bridges: All right, look, I'm going to be honest with you: you know I love J.J., I've always loved that kid. Cassidy, you know Cassidy - she's tough, man; she'll eat J.J. up and spit him out. I'm not going to do that to him. Or to you. I'm serious, man. I'm sorry if I hurt you feelings. I didn't mean to, you know that.
- Insp. Nash Bridges: San Fransico, damn it's good to be home, isn't it, bubba?
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: Shhh, yeah, but next time you ask me to go for a ride through the country, forget it.
- Insp. Nash Bridges: What do you mean, you didn't like the fresh air?
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: Hey, I love the fresh air; it was the bullets flying threw the fresh air I didn't dig.
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: J.J., hey son, where are you pants?
- [entering Lisa's place wto find Cassidy with J.J. and J.J. standing there in underwear]
- J.J.: Hey, dad.
- Insp. Nash Bridges: Yeah, where are you pants?
- [in a not so pleased tone]
- Cassidy Bridges: You know what, I think we're gonna need to check the rise.
- [speaking of the inseme of J.J., after she gets down with some measuring tape]
- Insp. Nash Bridges: Ah, let's not check the rise.
- Cassidy Bridges: Daddy, stay out of this.
- Insp. Nash Bridges: Joe's gonna stay here with Holly and I need to borrow your car for about an hour.
- Lisa Bridges: Well, am I going to get it back with bullet holes?
- Insp. Nash Bridges: With any luck.