- Barry Chen: If you want to find Tiger, this is where you'll find him.
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: This is a marijuana club.
- Barry Chen: I know. Totally legal under prop 215 as long as you have a valid medical excuse.
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: For what?
- Barry Chen: Weed. Pot. Dope. Marijuana. Grass.
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: No, I mean what's wrong with you?
- Barry Chen: Oh! Depression.
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: Depression?
- Barry Chen: Yeah, I get really depressed when I'm not getting stoned.
- Barry Chen: I can probably get him to set you up.
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: Actually, I stopped smoking pot years ago.
- Barry Chen: Oh no? What's your drug of choice now, man?
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: Uh, Rogaine.
- Barry Chen: Rogaine? What's that? Do you snort it?
- Dr. John Joseph: How are you doing Barry?
- Barry Chen: Eh listen, this is my good friend ehm... Sorry, what's your name again?
- Insp. Joe Dominguez: Eh, Joe.
- Barry Chen: Joe, this is Joe.
- [Barry watches helplessly as Charlie Pep's thugs rob the vault.]
- Barry Chen: You don't want to mess with Bobby Wu. I'm telling you, man. I once saw him take a guy's intestines and pull 'em out through his nose. I'm telling you, man. I once saw him take a guy's cajones and make Dim Sun out of them. I'm telling you, man.
- thug: Shut up.
- Barry Chen: Okay.
- [Barry puts a sculpture into the bag.]
- Barry Chen: Here. Take this. It's insured.