There's a flood of cocaine pouring into my beat, destroying the people I'm supposed to protect. Hopheads with their brains fried by Peruvian snow. They're mugging and robbing decent citizens so maggots like you can stay in business.
MManny
[Straining under the weight] I mean it, man, I'm losin' it!
I think you do. Willy Stack doesn't have the contacts in this town to sell dope in the streets. But you, scum, you got a load of lost souls waiting to sop up the poison you peddle.
[Discussing Nancy Winters] Besides, all those G. A. do-gooders are ex-sickos. Someday she's gonna sit in on one hand, and I'm gonna own her body and soul.