— What happened to your hand, Officer Dixon?
— Oh, I just kinda... banged it up a little bit while I was throwing some guy out a fucking window. You know, the usual.
— Oh, yeah? They never taught me that one at the academy.
— Which fucking academy you go to?
— How are things coming along on that Angela Hayes case?
— How's things coming along on the mind-your-own-fucking-business case?
— How are things coming along on the hand me your gun and your badge?
— What? Huh?
— Hand me your gun and your badge.
— And what can I do for you today, sir?
— What's your name?
— Name's on my tag, man. You hard of reading?
— Hard of reading? No, no. That's good, "hard of reading." Kinda like "hard of hearing," but it's actually "hard of reading." Like a play on words or something, huh?
— What do you want?
— I've been sent down to take over from... Chief Willoughby in light of last night's unfortunate event.
— You have got to be fucking kidding me!
— Do you have any documentation to prove that, sir?
— You really wanna see my documentation, fucker?
— Yeah, see his documentation! Make him show it to you.
— None of you cracker motherfuckers got no work to do?
— Ain't that racist?