Pappas: Are you through, Mr. Wizard? Let me know if you find Jimmy Hoffa under the seat while you're at it. Oh, look at this. It's 7:30. Why, the night is still so young. The way you're going, you're gonna be able to solve this case and start another one, huh? Ad drop car, get outta here.
Utah: You've been working bank robbery, what, 22 years?
Pappas: Yeah. Twenty-two years.
-Pappas: Man, L.A. has changed a lot during that time. The air got dirty, and the weirdos got clean.
Utah: Uh-huh. So a guy with that time must have some theory about these guys.
-Pappas: Leave it alone, Johnny.
-Utah: Okay, fine. You've given up. Fine. It doesn't mean I have to.
Pappas: Hey, hey! Listen. Forget about it, kid. They are ghosts.
Utah: Yeah. Of course. What am I thinking? If you couldn't crack it with all your years of experience, it's impossible to conceive that I might have something to offer, right? I could do better than some over-the-hill burnout.
Pappas: Hey, watch your mouth.
Utah: Maybe you should take some early retirement right now, and get some rent-a-cop night security job, tell 'Nam stories.
Pappas: Listen, you snot-nosed little punk! I was taking shrapnel over there while you were still wearing diapers.
Pappas: Yeah, what do you want to do about it?
Utah: Feels good. Like you're still alive.
Utah: Well, since you're still alive, and you're not in the box just yet, why don't you tell me this theory of yours, and we'll get these guys?
Pappas:Okay, hotshot.You want to nail the bank robbers and be a big hero?
Pappas: Definitely. Then here it is. The Ex-Presidents... are surfers.Utah: Surfers?