"You don't know the half of it. But I'm just doing my job. Why is everybody getting so bent out of shape because three lowlifes are now worm food?"

"Because two innocents died that maybe didn't have to die. That's not for me to say. I'm supposed to determine if you have issues and help you through them if you do. Don't get all pissed, detective. I'm just doing my job too." She smiled at him.

"Yeah, I guess. Your job being to hassle me? Forget the damn issues. Just tell me what you want me to say, I'll say it, sign your papers, whatever. I'm wasting my time here."

"Are you? Why is it that you're so violent? Why is that your preferred means for solving an encounter with the bad guys? Think about this: if they were alive, you, your buddies, anyone could grill them and get information that might crack other cases. Ever think of that?"

"Of course. But when some guys are coming down on you with automatics, you know that the only grilling you're going to get done is when you buy it and the Devil has your dick on his menu down below."

"There's no need to get vulgar, detective. I fully understand that you were in the line of fire. Did you even try to get the bystanders to safety?"