XPenn: Really, Cory? You're so low on murderous slimeballs to represent that you have to send me out looking for more? Oh, funny. You're a laugh riot. Sure, send it over, what's another stack of suspicious deaths on the unsolvable docket. Same to you. In spades.
Hans: Who was that?
Penn: A pain in the ass. Who are
you?
Hans: Hans Johannason. ... Your new partner?
Penn: Oh, right, the rookie transfer from Property Crimes. Penn Lockley. Make yourself at home. I think the last one left some cafe packets.
Hans: I got this thing about breaking into a dead guy's coffee stash. Seems disrespectful.
Penn: Suit yourself. ...
What.
Hans: Just seeing if the ceiling's gonna fall on me and kill me.
Penn: I am surrounded by humorists this morning.
Hans: You should have seen my old office when they heard I'd been assigned your partner. All those people shaking my hand and telling me it was nice to have known me. It was very moving.
Penn: Pop quiz, Johannason. You're questioning a suspect on site when her boyfriend bursts in, Tuesday-high, waving a Boom 200, and screaming something about killing the pigs. What do you do?
Hans: Uh, scream like a little girl and dive for cover?
Penn: Congratulations. You've just outlived my former partner, Detective 'Drop the gun and put your hands in the air!' Anderson.
Hans: ... I'm rethinking that coffee stash.
Penn: Upper cabinet, left-hand side.