A scene from “Two Hundred and Thirty-Three Days”

Faith: The criminal justice system is really screwed up.

Bosco: You just figured that out?

Faith: I mean, a judge says a few wrong words and this bastard's back out on the street.

Bosco: We could shoot him. Dump 'em in the river. Nobody would miss him.

Faith: Some days I really feel like we're wasting our time out here.

Bosco: Some days.

Faith: I mean O.J slaughters two people and he's playin' golf in Florida.

Bosco: Found innocent by a jury of his peers. (about Frisker) So, what's the plan? We gonna follow him around for a little while, hope he does something stupid?

Faith: Oh, he's gonna do something stupid. This idiot crawled up out of the primordial ooze of the shallow end of the gene pool. Lawyers-- they all think it's a game. You know, everything in the abstract. Some judge upstate reviewing jury instructions? I mean, it's just words on a page, you know? He didn't have to walk into that apartment and see the scared look on that old woman's face duct taped to her bed.

Uncle Mike: Should just leave that big, ugly assed hole so people remember.