— You replaced me.
— You're on compassionate leave.
— I'm back.
— Inspector Roberts, losing a wife is not easy.
— You lost your wife?
— Well, no... How would you feel about early retirement?
— We'd miss you, sir. You know who else would miss you? Olga, the 250-pound call girl you see every Wednesday. Your wife thinks you're playing squash. Well, you are, in a way.
