Flack and Mac in “Near Death”

(exhales) Oh, son of a bitch. (to suspect) You run track or something? You on the Olympic team?

(out of breath) This is fun...this is funny to you? You realize you were in an automobile, right? You were not running 60 miles an hour.

Mac

Yeah, you want to ride back to the precinct or you walking?

(panting) Ride please.

Mac

Get in. Come on.

(sighs) They're so fast.

Mac

Come on, old man.