Wrong Cops

Duke:
I don't know how to explain this. Your words go in my ears, but then they don't make it to the processor.

Neighbor:
Hi! Turn some music on please!

Sunshine:
Hey, what is the matter with you yelling like that?

Neighbor:
The music, it did me some good. In your partner's car, it helped me to think of something else. Without the music, it's very difficult. The pain comes back, and I really don't feel that well... Just put a little music on for me? That's all I'm asking for.

Sunshine:
Okay, I'll put some music on. No problem. *turns on radio* Is that better, do you like that music? Hey! Is that the kind of music you like?

Neighbor:
*silence*

[last lines]

Duke:
[shouting] Write a book about what?