Meeting Evil

Richie:
Stop trying to figure me out. I got my own ideas.

Richie:
If you wanna believe the lie, then go on living your life. But the world is evil, John. It's just plain evil. That's the truth.

John:
I'm doing everything I can, okay.

Joanie:
What if that's not enough?

John:
Well, it has to be.

Richie:
I know I can act a little strangely sometimes. Just because I'm a little different doesn't make me a bad guy.

John:
You know [checking her name badge] Rhonda, for someone in the communications business, I think you could learn to use a little common courtesy.

Rhonda:
F*** you. How's that for common courtesy?

Richie:
Well honey, you dig a hole in a man's life, you can't expect not to be buried in it.

John:
Hey, don't mistake my kindness for weakness. I'm warning you!

Richie:
Really? What should I mistake it for?

Richie:
You gotta trust your own best instincts, John. If you don't, you're not gonna make it. It's up to you.

Richie:
The things I hate most, are the things that resemble my own faults. I hate bad manners. I hate people that don't give common courtesy. Hypocrites and cowards. That's all we are.

Latisha Rogers:
[after interviewing John's wife] You think she's hiding something?

Richie:
We could always look on the bright side.

Latisha Rogers:
She's ignorant?

John:
I know what you did. I know you hurt those people.

Richie:
The world hurts people, John. I come in after the hurt. All I do is kill people who are already dead.

Richie:
I'm the only person that hasn't given up on you, John.

John:
Oh yeah? Then why do you have a gun in my face?

Richie:
[sticking knife in his face] Respect the uniform, or I'm gonna have to take something form you that I can't give back.

Richie:
The question is, John, do you hate me more than you love your family.

Latisha Rogers:
You know smoking kills sperm cells?

Frank:
Ha! Ya hungry?

Latisha Rogers:
Yeah.

Frank:
Let's go get fat.

[last lines]

Joanie:
Everything is going to be okay, isn't it John?

John:
[no response]

John:
[turns off the light and begins whistling just like Richie]

John:
You know, [checking her name badge] Rhonda, for somebody in the communications business, I think you could afford to learn a little common courtesy.

Rhonda:
F*** you. How's that for common courtesy?

Richie:
The things I hate most, are the things that resemble my own faults. I hate bad manners. I hate people that don't give common courtesy. Hypocrites and cowards, that's all we are.

Richie:
I'm the only person that hasn't given up on you, John.

John:
Yeah? That's why you have a gun pointed at my face?

Richie:
[sticking knife in man's face] Respect the uniform, or I'm gonna have to take something from you that I can't give back.

Latisha Rogers:
You do know he was having an affair?

Joanie:
I believe I said as much.

Latisha Rogers:
You're also aware you have a life insurance policy on him.

Joanie:
And he's got one on me too.

Latisha Rogers:
Ma'am, do you ever want your husband gone?

Joanie:
Excuse Mommy for one second. [covers her son's ears with her hands] [to Rogers] You think you can walk into my home and disrespect me and my family? I will take you down so quick your undies will be strung around your neck like a doily. And if you think I'm gonna suddenly burst into tears and tell you all my deepest, darkest secrets, well, then you're just lame-brained enough to think that you know anything about my family. And god knows from looking at you, you don't have a clue about what it means to be a good wife.

Latisha Rogers:
You right. I don't know.

Joanie:
DON'T placate me. I will slap that smug look off your face before you can get your fat ass off my couch. Now I don't know how a functionally retarded person got a police badge but unless you've come to arrest me, you can waddle out of here with the rest of the birds. [uncovers her son's ears and smiles] And make sure John gets home safe and sound. And go ahead and grab a girl scout cookie on your way out. They're fat-free.

Latisha Rogers:
[turns to leave, then stops] Just curious. Why'd you let your daughter listen and cover your son's ears?

Joanie:
So she knows how to defend herself and he remembers how to speak to a lady.

Latisha Rogers:
[leaves the house, closes the front door behind her] Well, sh*t.

And no more funny stuff you see..or I'll fill you full of holes.