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Quotes
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Hank Griffin : [Blond woman walks by] Detective, what are you looking at? You just bought a ring.
Nick Burkhardt : That's not what I'm looking at.
Hank Griffin : Come on, don't ruin it for me.
Nick Burkhardt : No, she wears Armani, makes low six figures, drives a BMW, and is falling for a senior partner at her law firm. Nothing but trouble, Hank.
Hank Griffin : Why can't you just look at her ass like the rest of us?
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Hank Griffin : What's that song?
Nick Burkhardt : "Sweet Dreams."
Hank Griffin : Eurythmics. One of their better.
[sings]
Hank Griffin : "Sweet dreams are made of these. Who am I to disagree?"
Nick Burkhardt : I didn't know you couldn't sing.
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Nick Burkhardt : Hank, what are you doing?
Hank Griffin : Testing out the new equipment and getting a picture of you while you're still young and innocent.
Nick Burkhardt : Oh, well, I'm getting married once, not four times.
Hank Griffin : Oh, you're a "happily ever after" guy.
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Nick Burkhardt : This sounds like what happened a month ago at Munson Creek Falls.
Hank Griffin : Same deal. Hiker and a bobcat.
Nick Burkhardt : But the bobcat wasn't wearing boots.
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Hank Griffin : The old man's house is on the other side of the park. Right?
Nick Burkhardt : Right. 4753 Hildebrand Road. Directly across from here.
Hank Griffin : When I was a kid, I wouldn't have gone all the way around the park.
Nick Burkhardt : Well, the mother was very specific about the route.
Hank Griffin : [Sarcastic] Yeah, right. Kids always do what their moms tell them to do. I know I did.
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Captain Sean Renard : We don't know what we got here, relative, ransom, or pedophile, and the clock is ticking. We're gonna split into teams, section off the paths she would have taken from school. Now, it's a mile and a half from the school to the house. When last seen, she was wearing purple leggings and a red sweatshirt. Make sure you have a copy of the photo and the map. You all know your sections, so let's get out there and find her.
Nick Burkhardt : Captain.
Captain Sean Renard : Yeah.
Nick Burkhardt : When the university student was attacked, she was wearing a red sweatshirt.
Captain Sean Renard : The girl that was torn to pieces?
Hank Griffin : Yeah.
Captain Sean Renard : Well, let's hope it's not the same guy.
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Hank Griffin : [saving a little girl based on Nick's apparent hunch] I don't know how you did it, but you did it.
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Hank Griffin : [searching Monroe's house for a missing girl] What are we doing here?
Nick Burkhardt : If she's not in there, he's got her someplace else.
Hank Griffin : What do you see in this guy we don't? He's got no priors. He's clean.
Nick Burkhardt : Well, he fits the profile; he's a loner, he's never been married, he lives across the street from a park.
Hank Griffin : That's not going to get him into a court unless he sues our ass.
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Hank Griffin : Where is he?
Nick Burkhardt : He's in a house on the other side of the stream. But you have to put some of this on first.
Hank Griffin : [Nick rubs wolfsbane on him] What the hell are you doing?
Nick Burkhardt : So he doesn't smell us.
Hank Griffin : We're not huntin' deer. Where's backup?
Nick Burkhardt : You're the only one I called.
Hank Griffin : What?
Nick Burkhardt : I already cried wolf once. You think they're gonna believe me? Come on.
Hank Griffin : [cut to them crossing the stream] How'd you find this place?
Nick Burkhardt : Uh, the boots. I couldn't sleep, started looking at addresses, this is one of them.
Hank Griffin : What's his name?
Nick Burkhardt : Who?
Hank Griffin : The guy we're looking for.
Nick Burkhardt : Uh... I forgot.
Hank Griffin : [stumbling and sloshing in the water] You do know there's a bridge, right?
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Hank Griffin : Hulda was from Boise, Idaho, where he worked as an accountant, but his prints came back as a Mr. Lindon from Chicago, wanted for assault, rape, and murder. But there's also warrants matching those prints in Florida and Alabama.
Nick Burkhardt : He was wanted for assault, rape, and murder?
Hank Griffin : Don't let the comb-over throw you. This was a bad guy.
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Nick Burkhardt : [after questioning the postman and coming up with nothing] Hank, I'm sorry. I really thought this time...
Hank Griffin : Wait. The song.
Nick Burkhardt : What song?
Hank Griffin : He was humming the same song, the one in the dead girl's iPod.