Fuck Yeah, Paul Gross!

Vecchio: You wanna go under cover. 

Fraser: Well I admit, I’m not as familiar with the art of subterfuge as you are, Ray. But it appears to be an inside job and I can’t see any other way to gather sufficient evidence. 

Vecchio: Okay. So what would your cover be? 

Fraser: My cover… well, I thought I’d present myself as a chance passerby. Naturally I’d start by removing my hat and any identifying symbols from the uniform. 

Vecchio: Well, that would be good, because your hat just might give you away. 

Fraser: Exactly! That’s exactly what I felt. And then what I thought I’d do is, I would stroll onto the lot and I would introduce myself to the employees and I would ask a few informal questions. 

Vecchio: Such as… ?

Fraser: (holds up a hand, then produces a sheet of paper, unfolds it and reads) Does anyone here know the whereabouts of a stolen lime green Comet? 

(Ray nods and smiles)

Fraser: Anyone seen a stolen car? 

(Ray nods again, that smile still on his face)

Fraser: Any stolen cars around here? 

(Ray nods once more)

Fraser: Oh! If you’ve seen a stolen car, please raise your hand. 

Vecchio: (stands up) Okay, let’s go. 

Fraser: Wait, did I say something wrong? 

Vecchio: No. No. Not at all. Just follow me. 

Elaine: (to Fraser as he passes by) You’re very good. 

Fraser: (gives Elaine a smug grin) Thank you! 

- 1x05 Pizzas and Promises