Walker: Do you hear it, Trivette?
Trivette: Are you pulling one of those Cherokee mystic things again? I can't hear anything except the sound of the slot machines.
Walker: That's what I mean, you idiot! When I was growing up on the Reservation, I learned that if you follow the sound of the slot machines, you will usually find gambling. Of course, you can also track them down if you can spot the signs -- like that trail of quarters over there.
Trivette: Wouldn't it be easier to follow the sign that says "Kickapoo Lucky Eagle Casino -- 200 yards"?
Walker: We better call Alex Cahill and tell him to get down here.
Trivette: "Him"? Alex Cahill is a woman.
Walker: Well, "Alex" is a dang fool silly name for a woman. Are you sure?
Trivette: When I was growing up in Baltimore, I learned that if you look carefully for the signs, you can tell the difference between men and women -- especially when they are wearing bathing suits.
Walker: That's not fair. You had an advantage -- when I was growing up the only city I ever visited was San Francisco, and it is impossible to tell the difference there, no matter what they are wearing.
Cahill: Walker, I hear you are looking for me. Are we finally going to have sex?
Walker: Maybe, but first I want to make sure that Trivette is right about you being a woman.
Cahill: What makes you doubt him?
Walker: For a start, it would be the first time that Trivette has been right about anything. But I didn't want you to come here to discuss our love life. You're an assistant DA and I need your help in arresting some gamblers.
Cahill: You mean those people in the Lucky Eagle Casino? I'm afraid that you can't bring them into court.
Walker: Why not?
Cahill: For one thing, there is a jurisdictional problem. The casino is on an Indian Reservation and you have no authority there. For another, it is a completely licensed and legal gambling establishment.
Walker: In that case, I guess I'll just have to go in there and beat up everybody in the place.
Trivette: Come on, Walker! You can't expect the audience to believe that you can beat up about 2,000 people.
Walker: Sure, I can. They believe that you are a former All Pro wide receiver for the Dallas Cowboys who was on a $15 million contract and then became a cop. If they'll buy that, they'll buy anything.
Cahill: Walker, you're a former national kick boxing champion who pulverizes people every time you make an arrest. Don't you ever worry about police brutality charges?
Walker: Of course not. I never brutalize policemen.
Trivette: Why don't we just go back to Dallas? The city has loads of murderers, rapists, drug dealers, and armed robbers there that you can brutalize.
Walker: Those people are too boring. I'm looking for something new.
Trivette: Well, how about illegal parkers? Right now, they're just getting away with $15 tickets.
Walker: That's not a bad idea! I could karate chop a bunch of them in the morning and still not miss my lunch break. But I'm still not happy about letting these gamblers off scot free on a technicality.
Cahill: You call not breaking any law a "technicality"?
Walker: Yup. The Supreme Court is sure tying my hands by not letting me go after innocent people.
Cahill: What do you have against gamblers anyhow?
Walker: They caused me to lose my Kickboxing Championship Title.
Trivette: How did they do that? Did they put drugs in your food to slow you down?
Walker: No, they made me a 25 to 1 favorite. I couldn't pass up odds like that, so I put down a fortune against myself and then threw the fight.
Cahill: I can't believe it! You took a dive?
Walker: Of course not. It was a Kickboxing match, not a diving contest.
Cahill: No, I mean that you purposely lost the fight?
Walker: Yeah. Why?
Trivette: Walker, don't you know that's against the law? I'm going to have to arrest you.
Walker: We've been partners for nine years now. Can you do me one favor? Wait 5 minutes before you put the cuffs on me.
Trivette: Sure, Walker, but why?
Walker: That will give me enough time to do some really new! I'm going to kick the crap out of me!