Charles Perkins: I never killed that girl.
Vicki: Then confessing probably wasn't a good idea.
Mike: Actually, that one falls under homicides that haven't happened yet. The pre-crime division's down the hall if you're interested.
Vicki: The bogeyman? This isn't his MO.
Vicki: How is it that you can preform arcane rituals in dead languages and you can't read my writing?
Vicki: Henry, I don't know what you want me to tell you. All right, I checked, but Hallmark doesn't make a "sorry I stabbed you in the gut, drank your vampire blood, and performed a dark magic ritual" card.
Vicki: No, there's nothing sadder than the ending of Old Yeller.
Henry: Oh, I wouldn't say mad; appalled, offended, indignant.
Mike: She was out before the ink dried on her prints; pled out to probation and loss of license. You know, God forbid, somebody in this country should actually serve time for their crimes.
Mike: All right, correct me if I'm wrong but if somebody who's not psychic predicts the future, that's generally called a guess. Am I right?
Mike: Vicki may be in danger.
Henry: I'd be more surprised if she wasn't.
