Oh, you know, somebody who leads you on and tries to get something out of you. Money, a car, anything. That's it. They just take it and it's "Goodbye, Charlie."
I can understand why he'd want to quit sales, though. Driving all over town. Knocking on doors. Lousy hours. Taking lip from people who don't wanna be bothered.
[after spotting Angus Ferguson in a passing Winnebago] Gypsies, buddy-boy. Modern-day Gypsies. The Fergusons... They're like locusts. They pick a town and they pick it clean.
Mm-hmm. I did some checking, and it seems among the other personal guarantees in this country is the guarantee that our bodies are inviolate. Not even the Supreme Court can force a man to submit to a surgical operation. That's the law, gentlemen. And I'm sure that, as officers sworn to uphold it, you won't do anything to make me break it.
Henry David Thoreau. That's where Yale Courtland Dancy stole that line. You can't let this job stifle your mind, buddy-boy. You gotta keep yourself free, easy, for cultural pursuits, y'know? That's right. Good reading, good music. Bowling. But you, that's all you think of is women!
[Discussing the rapist] Well, what about his m.o.? Doesn't that tell you enough to translate for us?
LMDr. Lenny Murchison
What, the corner market? That's a natural, a regular game preserve. Chicks on display there like all the rest of the merchandise. Shouldn't need a psychiatrist to tell you that.
[On stake out for a serial rapist] Doesn't matter how many times you've done it, it still makes your skin crawl. A loose screw sitting out here somewhere in the dark, or walking around in that market, watching women. And they don't even know he's there. Gotta hand it to gals like Evelyn.