DI Alex Drake: [looks at Chris] DC Chris Skelton.
[looks at Ray]
DI Alex Drake: DS Ray Carling.
[looks at Gene, after a pause, whispers]
DI Alex Drake: Gene Hunt.
DCI Gene Hunt: My reputation precedes me.
DCI Gene Hunt: [has just saved a dazed Alex from getting run over by a police car] Are you crazy? Do you have any idea how much paperwork there is for suicides?
DCI Gene Hunt: Today my friend, you diary entry will read "Took a prozzie hostage and was shot by three armed bastards".
DCI Gene Hunt: Blimey, if that skirt was hitched any higher I could see what you had for breakfast.
DI Alex Drake: [Gene has just solved the case] Oh, I could kiss you!
DCI Gene Hunt: Don't hold back.
DCI Gene Hunt: You're pissed.
DI Alex Drake: [slurring] And you are a figment.
DCI Gene Hunt: You're very pissed.
DI Alex Drake: Sam never told me how... I mean, look at you.
[she touches Gene's chest then slips her hand inside his jacket to feel his heart]
DI Alex Drake: It's beating.
DI Alex Drake: [shortly after waking up in 1981] I can feel the wind.
DCI Gene Hunt: Streuth. She's gonna break into song.
DI Alex Drake: What's so special about you, Gene? When good coppers go under why do you appear?
DCI Gene Hunt: It's my aftershave and stop wiggling your bloody fingers everytime you say my name!
DI Alex Drake: You know, I invented this world.
DCI Gene Hunt: I invented something once - the bruise free groin slap.
DCI Gene Hunt: Do you have any idea what the paperwork on suicides is like?
DI Alex Drake: There's nothing on this harddrive but the time and date.
DCI Gene Hunt: Pong, I've got Pong.
DI Alex Drake: [Gene has just helped a very drunk Alex upstairs and onto the sofa; he sits down beside her] Let me do this on my own.
DCI Gene Hunt: It's always more fun with two.