Character: Travis Marx (Travis Marks)

You'll get twenty years, Carl. And add to this the time for what descended on us your pit bull. In short will be released, when will drop pension payments.
- Stop bullying my client. Carl, the court will be different.
- Right, we can pin the murder on him Craig Seward, we have plenty of circumstantial evidence.
- I didn't kill him!
You can not talk to them.
- Shut up! I'm not even hired!

How'd you sleep?
I'm afraid I can't take this anymore.
- I have the same garbage.
- OK, let's start.
- Wes you have a dirty dream with your participation, what to do to make it stop?
- What the hell is wrong with you? Look, he also has dirty dreams.
But I have only had a couple of dreams, and you have a hundred.
- So, in the first hundred of them, Travis, I'm not a pervert, second, I don't understand why we have to confuse Dr. Ryan these conversations.
- I'm not embarrassed, I'm flattered.
- Oh, no. You don't want to get up and take off all my clothes?..

- This is all your fault.
- What?
- I picked up from you dreams.
Are dreams, Travis, not the flu.

- Is the matter with you?
- Well, of course. Dr. Ryan deserves better - it deserves a first-class detectives.
- And do not argue.

- You're right I read?
Yeah, just ask you a question. The mask of the catcher? Seriously?
- What's wrong with her? They're cool.
- It does not hide your face, you idiot!

- What about this Builder? I always imagined her with someone more serious.
- Yes you that? Someone strong and thoughtful, someone who selflessly seeks to annoy others?
Think you're so smart? I'm not talking about me.
- No, about yourself.
- No, not about yourself.
I just want to say that the subconscious doesn't lie.
Travis, this dude puts the hair dryer!

- E-gay, Barry Coromatic? Police In Los Angeles! [Barry starts to run away]
- Why do they always think they can get away?
I have no idea.

- Okay, you know, it's just a dream.
- Oh, you Horny dog!
- I didn't mean to, okay? I mean, there's nothing I can do about it. From the moment she began to wear this engagement ring, I can't stop thinking about it, about her personal life, you know?
How many times have you dreamed of her? What happened? How she smelled? Want to know everything!
Travis, this is between me and her, okay?
- You wanted to say: it's between you and your dream?

- You know, you promised me this, but it is better to give Bendecho. It is more necessary. And besides, this grumpy son of a bitch was right.
- I give him this?
- Only that he's a grumpy son of a bitch.

- You are talking about two surrogate parents, important people in your professional life that require time and attention, but to please you can only one of them.
Good analogy, but how did we do?
- You're asking me to correct situation?
- Yes, why not?
- You come up with a lot of clever metaphors, doctor, but do not offer ways of solving problems.
- Then I will say this: trust your instincts.
- ... no, this is not the answer. Because my instincts tell me to help Dan and his instincts tell him to help Fred.
- If that's what you think, then that is your answer.
- I was afraid this is what you will say.

- You're a real lucky guy.
- What is that?
- You will see the work of a true legend.
Yes, I have heard a few stories.
- And now you'll meet Dan Nun alive. He made me a brilliantly well-oiled machine for the investigation.
Hey, fuck you. Yes, I really am lucky. We ought to give him... a couple of compliments.

- Wes now live together.
We are simply watching someone is work.
- Well, I think you received a completely new experience.
- It's just super, super! Take cooking, lady, don't let Wes to cook for your men, or you will lose them. And you know what else? I've always lived alone, but there is something wonderful when there is someone who you can something to argue.
- Finished? Don't want those of you who thought I was exaggerating, but Travis... Travis is the worst roommate, which only can be! He never offered his help in cooking or buying food, apparently he thinks we've got the magic cooking elf, which makes food appear out of nowhere. After eating, he always leaves a plate where I ate, apparently he wants me to follow him cleaned. The only time I saw him in the kitchen - it was hiding there because I had a guest.
- Are you hiding out, too.
- Yes I practically live there! Traces of dirty glasses, the room strewn with dirty napkins! He's a selfish, all-destroying monster, everywhere leaving traces of the carnage. And worst of all, I saw his apartment - it was spotless. Or he can get out, or makes out a crowd of virgins, which leads to him.

Hey, you awesome cook and still can't find a chick?
- You know how to ruin a compliment. And anyway, have you tried my food.
Yeah, but then you lived with Alex, I thought I was cooking it, and you're just stealing her laurels.

- Our friends from the FBI asked them to help.
- I have no friends in the FBI.
- Sure, let them deal with it.