OH MY GOD, IT'S MINE, I DROVE MY CAR INTO THE SEA????!?!?!?!?!!!??!!!!

You're not gonna believe this -- I think I've *lost* my paperwork.

No... I don't want to deal with this again. Did you just call me a f*g?

Hey, don't look at me! You're the one packing shitty chaincutters.

That's all. I just wanted you to know I have this thing. (Keep pointing to your head.)

Oh, you mean the *illegal drug lab*? There will be no shady shenanigans in the church, only love and anodic dance music.

FUCK THE POLICE

Fuck you, I have a *vast* soul and she will always come back to it.

You know I have to take this to Internal Affairs, don't you, lieutenant?

Are you currently sporting some *anal beads*?

Kim... I think *I* may be the murderer. I killed the man and then tricked myself into forgetting about it.

(Write in an imaginary notebook.) Got it: *Art's... shit....

Wait, before I blacked out, I *talked* to *La Revacholière*.

Fuckin' A, Kim. I've got your back. (Give the lieutenant a punch on the shoulder.)

So you've been putting up with all my bullshit because I'm your superior?

I want a fucking drink, asshole!

Fuck comeraderie, fuck friendship, FUCK THIS SANDWICH!

Aren't we going to talk about the boots I'm wearing?

Jealous, Kim?

Kim, I think I'm *already* in the Star Chamber.

I am an alcohol-operated detective. If you want me to solve crimes or do whatever it is I'm here to do you need to insert alcohol into my mouth.

I dodged the second shot. I can also get *not shot*.

It's simple, Cuno. I have to find *communism*. Communism killed the hanged man.

*No one* parties harder than me.

How about I take you piggyback?

Me and Kim are gonna fucking murder you!

Just one small thing -- your sandwich. I wanna hold it for a moment.

Fuck comeraderie, fuck friendship, FUCK THIS SANDWICH!

Kim, who was who in this execution?

I’m sorry you have to sit here on the ice, feeling miserable. At your age — or at any age — in this weather… waiting for it to get dark.

I can do better.

I'm up here singing my fucking HEART OUT and it's not *good enough* for you fuckers!?

My shoes. I have both of them. I found the *other* one too!

Did you kill Sylvie?

That's just how Johnny Ballgame is -- extraordinary.

I'm seriously running out of shits to give. Let corpses hang on trees! I'm quitting. Fuck you.

I have big news, Kim. (Tell Kim about how you no longer obsess over your sexuality.)

The damn ball was slippery as fuck! How do you expect me to throw this piece of *shit* when it's got old man spunk all over, Mossback?!

Mobility is the proper way to *cop*, girl. Dick Mullen can't compete with my hip-grind.

Cock carousel.

*Reál* sounds like some fancy skin care product... but why would I owe you one hundred and thirty of them?

Kim! We need to talk about... *responsibility*.

Keep your key, Garte. Keep it in your ass. (Leave the key for now.)

There's a white shadow that smells like apricots, it's... always there.

Kim, how would you name the club?

I *did* say there was an emergency on the dance floor, did I not? The emergency?! NOT ENOUGH KIM!

No, of course I didn't lose my fun. *Gun*. Fuck it! I didn't lose my gun!

I've been bad and I want someone to abuse me.

Kim, you left me hanging there.

Just one small thing -- your sandwich. I wanna hold it for a moment.