Detective Swanson:
You mess with me, Nightshade... Primus... I'll haul you both in...
Primus:
But we haven't broken the law... haven't broken the law YET.
Icepick:
Bring me some more pasta, pronto! I haven't got all day.
Marcello:
Where do you want us to get it from?
Icepick:
A STORE.
Detective Swanson:
But you're a former judge, Judge Henry. You should respect the law. Not take it into your own hands, it isn't right. Let the law handle it.
Primus:
The police force is totally useless.
Brad Casper:
Swanson, I didn't tell anybody this, but I ran into this old guy that saw Nightshade run off. The guy he described looked EXACTLY LIKE THIS GUY. *shows photo of Judge Henry to Swanson*
Detective Swanson:
So what? Doesn't mean Judge Henry is Nightshade.
Brad Casper:
Believe what you want. But I'd look into it if I were you.
Detective Swanson:
And where would I look, Brad?
Brad Casper:
Oh, old hideouts. Old warehouses, garages, run-down buildings. Stuff where vigilante types may have some sort of home base.
Detective Swanson:
Ok.
Brad Casper:
Just a second. I'm gonna give you an authentically autographed tie, by ME! Yours truly. *signs a necktie for him* There you are, Detective! Don't smudge the ink.
Detective Swanson:
Thanks. I'll wear it with pride.
Brad Casper:
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