L.A. Noire2011

Cole Phelps:
What have you got?

Patrolman:
Looks like an overdose.

Roy Earle:
Get away from him, Phelps. This is my case.

Cole Phelps:
Shut your f***ing mouth. Since when does a bag man work a case?

Roy Earle:
I knew this creep was in on the morphine heist. A victim of his own product.

[Phelps removes his gun and points it at Earle]

Patrolman:
Hey, Detective? Can we back it off a notch? This is getting out of hand!

Herschel Biggs:
There's a time to talk and a time to shut up. Now is the time to be quiet, son.

Cole Phelps:
Courtney Sheldon was a corpsman, Roy. He served his country! He went out with a medical kit and an Army .45 and into places that made the Valley of Death look like a picnic. He was either naive enough or dumb enough to get involved in the Suburban Development Fund along with the mayor, D.A., Monroe, and a certain crooked cop. He was involved in the morphine heist, but he has a puncture wound in his jugular, which makes it a murder case. He was a better man than you'll ever know. You say one more word about him and I will BLOW YOUR F***ING HEAD OFF!

Roy Earle:
You've finally lost it, partner.

Cole Phelps:
I have a pretty good idea why Sheldon is dead, and I know about Monroe. Your vast corrupt future is draining away as we speak.

Roy Earle:
I got better things to do than argue the rub with you.

Cole Phelps:
Stay with him until the coroner gets here. Make sure technical services bag the evidence. If you let this creep anywhere near it, I will come looking for you.

Patrolman:
Yes, sir.

Herschel Biggs:
You know, Phelps - you're not the worst a**hole going around.

Cole Phelps:
Thanks, Herschel.