Agent St. Anne: You don't know if Tuesdays come in twos or happening once a week.
Freddy Ross: You think if she could see she'd hang around with an old dog like you? Your stomach's going around to meet itself behind your back.
Sgt. John Berlin: Bullshit. I'm in my prime, baby.
Freddy Ross: Bits.
Sgt. John Berlin: What do you mean "bits"?
Freddy Ross: Policeman's bodies age at different rates. Look at me... I got a belly in its 50's, my balls are in their 60's and my feet are in their 80's.
Freddy Ross: I suppose I'm drinking myself sober.
Freddy Ross: How does anyone, dead as this, loose a knife?
Trimble: You really are the working part of an asshole, Berlin.
Sgt. John Berlin: We'd better get back to that dump.
Freddy Ross: No way. I'm not going back.
Freddy Ross: You might find someone's prick in a hot dog roll.
Sgt. John Berlin: We're going.
