& Maria: It’s OK. I’m not the housekeeper.
& Tiny Blair: If you go to the police, ha! We are the police!
& Baxter: I know what he did. With the gun and the spitting. DNA. DNA! I’m like a walking fucking P-Petri dish of evidence. They can put me in anyc-crime they want now.
& Woody: Bax, you’re a lawyer. What do you think we should do?
Baxter: A corporate lawyer! I didn’t do murders, did I? I did spreadsheet frauds!
& Rick: What is somebody turns up?
Quinn: Who?
Rick: Other police who don’t wear masks.
& Woody: That’s it. Our lives are over. We’re fucked. People don’t get away with stuff like this.
& Quinn: Why do we get some flowers as well with a little note? “Dear Jesus, sorry for stealing your massive stash of cocaine.” “Love Rick and the boys.”
& Rick: Oi! Somebody nicked his boat and half a ton of coke, I don’t think he’s going to miss a DVD player.
& Baxter: Woody’s got a heart of gold, but, let’s be honest, everything he touches turns to shit. As for Rick... He’s a fucking menace.
& Rick: Did you know that bees can count?
& Rick: I've just had a brilliant idea.
Quinn: Please, don't share it.
& Woody: Wait a second, won't it be quicker just to...
Rick: What?
Woody: I can't even say it.
Rick: What?!
Woody: Cut his head off?
Ω Mind blowing guys.
& Maria: We would like, if you don't mind, to interview you all, one by one. Who would like to come first?..
& Maria: He says you seem tense. Maybe I should massage your shoulders?
& Maria: And you? What do you do?
Quinn: I'm a lecturer in psychology.
Maria: Psicologia... So, you know about good cop, bad cop?
Quinn: Sure.
Maria: Which do you think I am? The good cop or the bad cop?
& Rick: I'm a financial consultant.
Maria: An accountant?
Rick: No, not really. I advise.
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& Tiny Blair: If you go to the police, ha! We are the police!
& Baxter: I know what he did. With the gun and the spitting. DNA. DNA! I’m like a walking fucking P-Petri dish of evidence. They can put me in any
& Woody: Bax, you’re a lawyer. What do you think we should do?
Baxter: A corporate lawyer! I didn’t do murders, did I? I did spreadsheet frauds!
& Rick: What is somebody turns up?
Quinn: Who?
Rick: Other police who don’t wear masks.
Florence and the Machine — Dog Days Are Over
♪ Happiness hit her ♪
♪ Like a bullet in the head ♪
♪ Happiness hit her ♪
♪ Like a bullet in the head ♪
& Woody: That’s it. Our lives are over. We’re fucked. People don’t get away with stuff like this.
& Quinn: Why do we get some flowers as well with a little note? “Dear Jesus, sorry for stealing your massive stash of cocaine.” “Love Rick and the boys.”
& Rick: Oi! Somebody nicked his boat and half a ton of coke, I don’t think he’s going to miss a DVD player.
& Baxter: Woody’s got a heart of gold, but, let’s be honest, everything he touches turns to shit. As for Rick... He’s a fucking menace.
& Rick: Did you know that bees can count?
& Rick: I've just had a brilliant idea.
Quinn: Please, don't share it.
& Woody: Wait a second, won't it be quicker just to...
Rick: What?
Woody: I can't even say it.
Rick: What?!
Woody: Cut his head off?
Ω Mind blowing guys.
& Maria: We would like, if you don't mind, to interview you all, one by one. Who would like to come first?..
& Maria: He says you seem tense. Maybe I should massage your shoulders?
& Maria: And you? What do you do?
Quinn: I'm a lecturer in psychology.
Maria: Psicologia... So, you know about good cop, bad cop?
Quinn: Sure.
Maria: Which do you think I am? The good cop or the bad cop?
& Rick: I'm a financial consultant.
Maria: An accountant?
Rick: No, not really. I advise.
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