Sam Tyler: Does that actually help?
[Gene offers Sam the flask, to which Sam takes a swig of the drink]
Sam Tyler: Y'know I might know how to cheer him up.
[Cut to a nurse walking from the hospital beds and another nurse travelling to see the disturbance in one of the hospital beds. She finds Sam sitting in a chair smoking, reading a newspaper and Gene lying on the bed next to Ravi, drinking]
Nurse: Keep it down or I'll call the police.
[Sam and Gene laugh and Ravi wakes up, sighs and goes back to sleep, as Sam and Gene continue laughing]

Sam Tyler: Gene...not to come over all 'Dorothy', but I could help you. Everyone's traceable, even in this day and age. I could help you find your brother.
Gene Hunt: I already did, Sam. Just not in time.
[Gene takes a swig of his drink]

Sam Tyler: Have you got a shred of humanity left? It doesn't matter how bad you are, no-one should have their nose rubbed into their brother's death.
Gene Hunt: I had a brother. Some bastard with Speed took him. I tried to get him off it. I tried everything, but he didn't want to be helped. We had an argument and he left. No-one's seen him in 10 years. Drugs eh? What's the point. They make you forget, make you talk funny, make you see things that aren't there. My old grandma got all of that for free when she had a stroke.
Sam Tyler: Y'know, people take drugs, often because something's missing.
Gene Hunt: [Taking a swig of his drink] We were brought up the same and I'm fine. I mean, dad used to get fist heavy when he was loose but me and Stu stuck by each other through that.
[Sam puts his arm on Gene's shoulder]

Sam Tyler: His only way of talking to the outside world will be through-
Gene Hunt: Us
Sam Tyler: Me. I'm the negotiator.
Gene Hunt: I'll make you a hat.

Sam Tyler: I need a drink.
Gene Hunt: That's the first sensible thing you've said since you got here.

Sam Tyler: I still think we need to entertain the possibility that this could be a racial killing..
Gene Hunt: Oh, well let's entertain it, let's take it out for a prawn cocktail, a steak and a bottle of Liebfraumilch, then let's kick it into the gutter where it belongs!
[Speaking to a White Supremacist after he claims himself superior]

Sam Tyler: I think she's telling the truth.
Gene Hunt: I think she's as fake as a tranny's fanny.

Sam Tyler: I'M ALIVE!

Sam Tyler: If it was to do with football, he'd have serious injuries.
Gene Hunt: He's dead! That's quite serious.

Sam Tyler: If we can't police ourselves, how are the public supposed to trust us?
Gene Hunt: The public don't give a damn what we do, as long as we get results.
Sam Tyler: You're wrong.

Sam Tyler: It's called surveillance.
Gene Hunt: Doesn't sound very manly.

Sam Tyler: Large whiskey please.
Nelson: [With heavy Jamaican accent] Drink ain't gonna fix things. What am I saying? I run a pub. Of course it will fix things!
Sam Tyler: I'm lost, Nelson. I'm really lost.
Nelson: [Suddenly switching to a Mancunian accent] You ain't lost, pal. You're where you are, and you have to make the best of it. It's all you can do.
[Sam looks surprised]
Nelson: Keep it to yourself, eh? Folks just seem happier with the other Nelson.

Sam Tyler: Look, I was thinking, guv. I know having me here is difficult for you. What if I went back?
Gene Hunt: To Hyde?
Sam Tyler: Is that possible?
Gene Hunt: I'll get on the blower.
[Gene picks up the phone]
Sam Tyler: You can do that? You can just send me back to where I came from?
Gene Hunt: [on phone] Hello, is that the Wizard of Oz? [to Sam] The Wizard'll sort it out. It's because of the wonderful things he does.

Sam Tyler: Look, you know when I said I wasn't wrong? Well, I was. But, I was right about this not being the IRA. I was right to follow my instincts. Just like you always say, "go with your gut feeling". Just taking your lead.
Gene Hunt: So I'm right?
Sam Tyler: We both are.
Gene Hunt: Right.
Sam Tyler: Right.
Gene Hunt: Just as long as I'm more right than you.

Sam Tyler: Maybe the NF shot him, left the heroin there, to make him look bad.
Gene Hunt: The NF are too stupid for that. They could stick a shotgun up my arse and pull the trigger, they'd still miss!
Sam Tyler: I'd still like to explore the racially motivated line of enquiry.
Gene Hunt: And I'd like my boot to explore your jacksie, come on Tyler, where's the evidence you're so fond of?