— I'm cutting the wire. Snip. See? All done. Rog.
— Yeah?
— Grab the cat.
— I slept with Sergeant Cole.
— Sergeant Cole from Traffic?
— No, not Sergeant Cole from Traffic. Lorna. Sergeant Cole from Traffic's her uncle.
— You know, we should hire Leo.
— Hire Leo?
— Hire him. He can follow Uncle Benny around.
— Benny'll see him.
— Yeah. He'll drive him nuts.
— Benny'll shoot him. Let's hire him.
— Put it in the glove compartment.
— No, no. I don't do that anymore.
— Oh, yeah? Good man.
— No, it's full up already. Put it in the back seat.
— You can't settle every problem with your fists.
— I couldn't use my gun. There was a crowd.
— We shouldn't do this!
— Come on, don't be a killjoy! We're back! You're black, I'm mad.
— Hey, Rog? What's going on? Why are you lying to me? I. A. says you're on the take.
— I'm on the take?
— I think it's crazy too. But you're spending lots of money.
— You ever hear of Ebony Clark?
— Yeah. She writes those cheesy sex novels!
— Yeah, yeah, yeah.
— Are you boinking her?
— No, I'm not boinking Ebony Clark.
— Trish is Ebony Clark.
— Trish is Ebony... You are boinking her.
— Yeah, l'm boinking her.
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