Young Gus: How can you be sure it’s down there?
Young Shawn: I can feel it in my bones, Gus. All great oil wildcatters have that ability. Me… Getty… Clampett… Crisco and Wesson.
Gus: I wonder what this case is about. It obviously has something to do with the ocean.
Shawn: Ah, Gus, could be anything. Crab on crab violence. Gang war between merman and the shark people. Or! Maybe she wants to take us wild orca hunting.
Shawn: I have an idea. But we’ll need cool names.
Commander Barbara Dunlap (Jane Lynch): What are you two doing here?
Shawn: Not eating candy, I can tell you that.
Commander Dunlap: My orders for you were to stay put and do nothing.
Shawn: Really? That wasn’t reverse psychology?
Shawn: This place is lousy with suspects. And excessively heavy food. I think I ate my weight in cowboy chicken casserole.
Shawn: Wow. Looks like Hicks’ obsession with safety did not extend to his colon.
Gus: What are we looking for anyway?
Shawn: Anything Hicks may have received with a threat of violence. Correspondence, angry phone messages, mash notes.
Gus: Mash notes are love letters, Shawn.
Shawn: Really? Remind me I owe someone a huge apology.
Shawn: Woah. Sisters, please! Nobody’s getting horned here. Two men are dead. This is not the time for petty sibling squabbles. That’s what Thanksgiving is for. We need to come together and work as a group.
Commander Dunlap: We need to find Spencer and see what else he’s figured out.
Chief Vick: Lead the way.
Commander Dunlap: Yeah?
Chief Vick: Yeah.
Commander Dunlap: Okay, enough. The painfully cute mugging’s starting to get on my nerves.
Gus: What are you, Entertainment Weekly?
Shawn: So I take it the sibling rivalry’s back on.
Vick: Oh it’s on. And I am so winning.