- Insp. Joe Dominguez: Ah, you wanna handle this one?
- Insp. Nash Bridges: I don't know. A man on a cable car with a set of wings holding a hand granade... this is your thing, isn't it?
- Angel: You realize what just happened?
- Insp. Nash Bridges: Yeah - somebody's trying to kill us.
- [as they all hide behind a car from a rooftop assassin]
- Angel: I found you just like I was supposed to.
- Insp. Nash Bridges: What? What the hell you talking about?
- Angel: I'm your guardian angel.
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: Oh, great - we could use one.
- Angel: I said I was his guardian angel; you, you'e on your own.
- [to Joe]
- Insp. Nash Bridges: Freeze, bubba, right there!
- [as a suspicious man pushing an icecream cart approaches then, after just earlier missing multiple assassins]
- Vendor: Who? Me?
- [after reaching down into the cart]
- Insp. Nash Bridges: You. Take it out real slow.
- Vendor: If you don't want cherry, I got rootbeer.
- [after pulling out a popsicle]
- Insp. Nash Bridges: No, I'll take cherry.
- [after putting his gun down]
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: I'll take rootbeer. Unless you got a fudgesicle.