- [first lines]
- Nina Bloom: Little token of my affection for my favourite Mr Wednesday. That's my cue. Enjoy the routine, and don't run off after.
- Constable George Crabtree: Miss Bloom, I'm here to speak... I'm, I'm actually hear to speak to Lydia Hall about Gerald Sloan.
- Nina Bloom: Ah. All business I see. Well, she's not here yet.
- [she sits on his lap]
- Nina Bloom: Mm, you're at Station Number 4?
- Constable George Crabtree: Yes.
- Nina Bloom: Then that's where I'll telephone you.
- [she gets up and starts to leave]
- Constable George Crabtree: Ahem, When Miss Hall arrives?
- Nina Bloom: Mm-hm. Then too.
- Dr. Julia Ogden: The infamous Star Room.
- Detective William Murdoch: Not one of our city's finer forms of entertainment.
- Dr. Julia Ogden: A good burlesque can be just as entertaining as a good vaudeville... if a little suggestive.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Well, this place attracts all sorts. Good evening, doctor.
- Dr. Julia Ogden: Inspector.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Sorry for dragging you to such a place at this time of night.
- Dr. Julia Ogden: Oh, not at all. I've *always* wondered what it looked like inside.
- Detective William Murdoch: Not an entirely unlikely venue in which to find a murder.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: More unexpected that anyone bothered to tell us about it.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: What is it with these Americans, plastering their flag over every conceivable surface?
- Detective William Murdoch: National pride, sir. I dare say the British aren't much different.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Yes, but our flag is subtle; powerful in its simplicity.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: I'll have a beer, and I'll take the chicken, please.
- Chef: Agh, all out.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Well then, I'll take whatever you've got.
- Chef: I'm sorry, sir. Kitchen has no food left.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Bollocks. What kind of restaurant has no food?
- Chef: You're welcome to come see for yourself.All we have left is the
- [grabs a passing kitchen worker carrying a bucket]
- Chef: refuse.from the chicken special.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: What refuse?
- Chef: Well, the wings.
- [the worker shows Brackenreid the contents of his bucket]
- Chef: Inedible.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: At this point I'd eat the bloody feathers. Fry 'em up.
- Chef: Oh, but sir, they're just bone and skin.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: You're going to throw them away and I'm offering you good money instead.
- Chef: Well, if you're sure...
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Go.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: [Brackenreid is eating chicken wings] Care to join me?
- Detective William Murdoch: What is that?
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Dinner. I put some of this spicy sauce on 'em. Try one.
- Detective William Murdoch: No, thank you.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Your loss. But I tell you, Murdoch, these chicken wings are the only good thing about Buffalo.
- Chef: Lee, look at that. The Canadians are eating our *garbage*
- Dr. Julia Ogden: We'll head down to the dining room when George appears.
- Hermione Greenhammer: Oh?
- Detective William Murdoch: Cheese?
- Margaret Brackenreid: It must be nice to have someone do all the cooking for you. You should have tasted the abomination Thomas made for me last night.
- Detective William Murdoch: Sir! You didn't?
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: I did indeed. Margaret got to enjoy the spice wings of Buffalo. The boys loved them.
- Margaret Brackenreid: Ugh, ghastly.
- [last lines]
- Dr. Julia Ogden: Welcome.
- Constable George Crabtree: Thank you for the kind invitation, Dr. Ogden.
- Dr. Julia Ogden: Pleased to have you, George.
- Constable George Crabtree: Uh, hope you don't mind; I brought a guest.
- Nina Bloom: So delighted to have been included in your little soiree.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Crabtree.
- Margaret Brackenreid: Thomas.
- Hermione Greenhammer: Not again.
- Constable George Crabtree: Everyone, meet my new sweetheart, Miss Nina Bloom.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: A woman like that will most likely eat him alive.
- Detective William Murdoch: Julia thinks that George is just lonely.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: That's one word for it, I suppose.