Healy: "The place reeks of marijuana. They're smoking it."
March: "I can't smell."
Healy: "What?"
March: "I got hit in the head a while back. I lost my sense of smell."
Healy: "You can't smell?"
March: "Yeah."
Healy: "You're a detective, and you can't smell?"
March: "Yeah."
Healy: "Aw, this just keeps getting better and better."
March: "Wow, that's really insensitive."