GARBOIL: Hello hello, Saurus. I assume you'll be able to tell me exactly where you were when Flash Lio Convoy was stabbed...
DEATHSAURUS: I have an alibi, Detective Sergeant. We've been hanging here all day.
GARBOIL: Alibi, eh. I'm sur... Seriously, are you two eating a pterodactyl?
NUT CONVOY: Actually it's a...
GARBOIL <Glares>
NUT CONVOY: Sure. It's a pterodactyl. Whatever.
GARBOIL: Saurus... I'm sure your wife would like to know you've been playing naughty nurse with some paid floozy all day.
DEATHSAURUS: Esmeral left me, Detective Sergeant. Got tired of all my planet destroying and such. And watch your mouth - this isn't some cheap Paradron Medic, it's my girlfriend, Chromia – we're making a new crime-free life together. People change, Garboil. And speaking of wives, perhaps you should be looking closer to home. I thought birds were supposed to mate for life, but yours has been f...
GARBOIL: Shut your faces, Saurus. And unless your next words are a lead on what happened to Flash, I'm taking you and your moll down to the station.
DEATHSAURUS: ...Nobody in the underworld has taken credit for Flash's death, Garboil. Which means whoever killed him didn't do it to make a name for himself. This was either personal, or a big blue griffinful of MacGuffin.
DEATHSAURUS: So maybe you're ignoring the elephant in the room.
GARBOIL: Maybe you're right...
CHROMIA: Deathy, I love your big bad tusks. Let's do it elephant style...
GARBOIL: And... we're out of here. You two, get a room.
NUT CONVOY: ...So we can ignore the elephant in it?
GARBOIL <More glaring>
NUT CONVOY: What? What?
GARBOIL: <Sighs.> I'll tell you when you're older.