Mike Locken:
I just wanna get closer to George.
Cap Collins:
(laughs) So you find him and you zap him. Will that change Weyburn's mind? Will that give you back your knee and your elbow?
Mike Locken:
No, no, but, uh, wherever they are I know they'll be a lot happier.
Mike Locken:
No, hold, hold it Jerome. Jerome. Don't, uh, don't pull down on a cop.
Fake Officer:
Do what he says, Jerome.
[Jerome shoots the cop.]
Mike Locken:
Oh, are you crazy? Now you just made me an accessory.
Mac:
Mike, there's a garbage truck blockin' the alley and no garbage in sight.
Mike Locken:
Yeah I know, I wish Miller were in it.
Jerome Miller:
Forget it. He's no cop.
Mike Locken:
What d'ya mean he's no cop?
Jerome Miller:
Look at his gun. Tell me that's not a 9mm Star, and I'll kiss your ass.
Mike Locken:
And just from that you knew that?
Jerome Miller:
San Francisco Police Department packs regulation Smith & Wesson .38's. So....
Mike Locken:
Heh, heh. C'mon Jerome.
Mike Locken:
Oh, wait a minute. I, I understand it now. Y'see, he wants to go back to die on his own native soil. It's that salmon-up-the-river shit.
Tommie:
Shoot him!
Mike Locken:
He happens to have a gun at your head.
Tommie:
You wouldn't shoot an 18 year old girl. Would you?
George Hansen:
(gleefully) You bet I would. You bet I would.
George Hansen:
You just retired, Mike. Enjoy it.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
