- [first lines]
- Sgt. Joe Friday: This is the city - Los Angeles, California. I work here; I'm a cop. It was November 4th. It was windy in Los Angeles. We were working the day watch out of Juvenile Division. My partner is Frank Smith; my name's Friday. A steady stream of obscene literature had been finding its way into a half-dozen high schools in the city. We'd gotten a lead on one of the sources of supply - a seventeen year old high school senior. We had to check it out.
- Sgt. Joe Friday: Now who are you sellin' this for? Where do you get your supply?
- Stephen Banner: All you see is what's in my locker. I ain't sellin'; I don't have any supply. You gotta go far to prove I have.
- Sgt. Joe Friday: No, not very far, Steve?
- Stephen Banner: What?
- Sgt. Joe Friday: From about here to your home.
- Officer Frank Smith: [When they are searching Stephen Banner's home] Books. Cases of them.
- [reaches into a case]
- Officer Frank Smith: Pictures, filthy!