“So, have you seen Flood?" she asked. "Cop?" She added "cop" with a high pop on the p, like it was a punctuation mark, not a profession”

“Daisy was starting to feel like the kind of cop you only ever see in movies: tough, hard-bitten, and perfectly ready to buck the system; the kind of cop who wants to know whether or not you feel lucky or if you’re interested in making his day, and particularly the kind of cop who says “I’m getting too old for this shit.” She was twenty-six years old, and she wanted to tell people she was too old for this shit. She was quite aware of how ridiculous this was, thank you very much.”

“What’s so funny?’ asked Peone.‘Catholic cops are funny,’ said Lester.‘You were listening?’‘Yeah.’‘Yeah? Catholic Indians are funny.’‘There’s lots of Catholic Indians.’‘There’s lots of Catholic cops.”

“If you haven't seen your wife smile at a traffic cop, you haven't seen her smile her prettiest.”

“She shook her head slowly. “I don’t believe you. You can’t be a cop.”“Not a cop.”“Federal agent?”“FBI.”“Even more unlikely.”“J. Edgar rolls over in his grave every day, but that’s the way it is.”

“Are you suggesting we pull a little good cop, bad cop scenario on him? And You're even letting me be the bad cop?"He bowed his head. "That, my pretera, is how much I love you.""You have never been sexier than at this very moment.""It is a shame we have so much company," he agreed quietly.”