Raymond Thurston: [after Cannon scuffles with Ross] Are you all right, Mr. Cannon?
Frank Cannon: Well, I think so. Nothing a little major surgery won't take care of.
Dr. Fenton Boyle: You were just here, Cannon! What do you think I'm doing, running a private lab for private dicks?
Frank Cannon: You're never gonna change. Cannon's Law: Boyle boils at room temperature!
Dr. Fenton Boyle: You've got more nerve per pound...
Frank Cannon: Well, at least that's saying something for me.
Father Sal, Disc Jockey: What can Father do for thee?
Frank Cannon: Listen to me sing a song.
Father Sal, Disc Jockey: I owe you, Frank, but not that much.
Frank Cannon: [chuckles] Well, here goes. "Baby baby boomerang / Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah / Mince pie, dog-eye / an eagle on the wind."
Father Sal, Disc Jockey: I do recognize it. "Baby Boomerang" by T. Rex, "The Slider."
Frank Cannon: Look at me. You've got to believe me. There will be somebody else. Y'know, I'm thinking of your saying the talent for attracting people is like your little lady chameleon's talent for changing color. Do you know how she does it?
Dawn: I don't think anyone knows.
Frank Cannon: They don't, huh? She just makes up her mind she's going to do it, and she does.
Dawn: Are you sure that's how?
Frank Cannon: Are you sure that's not how?
[Dawn shakes her head, smiles, and embraces Cannon in a warm hug]