Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: [at crime scene, checking his watch as Cassy comes staggering barefoot down the slope, holding impractical pair of high-heeled shoes in hand] Moving a little slow this morning?
Det. Sgt. Cassandra 'Cassy' St. John: Well, hiding under the covers seemed like a good idea.
Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: You wanna talk about it?
Det. Sgt. Cassandra 'Cassy' St. John: No. You know, just one of those nights. Nice guy, but I had to say no, which means "Goodbye, good luck, see you in another life." Yeah!
Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: So there are no chance of being friends, huh?
Det. Sgt. Cassandra 'Cassy' St. John: [sighs] Well, he didn't particularly wanna be friends. Not with me, at least.
Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: Well, Cassy, I'd take that as a compliment.
Det. Sgt. Cassandra 'Cassy' St. John: No, I don't. Hopefully, I'm more complex than that.
[cocks her head:]
Det. Sgt. Cassandra 'Cassy' St. John: Don't you think?
Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: Well, yeah. Happened to me lots of times.
Det. Sgt. Cassandra 'Cassy' St. John: [approaching the dead body] Well, what happened here?
Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: We got an unidentified victim here in a shallow grave. Caucasian male, about six foot, almost three hundred pounds.
[points:]
Det. Sgt. Tom Ryan: Armani slacks, Keds with no socks.
Det. Sgt. Cassandra 'Cassy' St. John: Who killed him? The Fashion Police?