Say something, sweetheart. Tell me you forgive me. Tell me you love
me, or tell me to go to hell, just say something.

- Who are you, his boyfriend…you gonna make me leave him alone?
- No, I’m not his boyfriend. But if you don’t shut your fucking mouth, I will make you his bitch.
- That depends…does he swallow?

- You sound like a man who knows what he wants and when he wants it. Is there anything else I can get you, gorgeous?
- Yeah, silence.

Well at least we’ve spotted the faggot cop early on, so we know who to
protect our junk from in the locker room.

When you’re finished today, I
want you all to go home, fuck your wives, kiss your kids, because from the
next day forward, I don’t give a fuck about office hours…you’re here until I
tell you you can leave. I own your rookie asses until you prove otherwise.
Got it?