Prime Suspect

Blando:
Mind the glass, people.

Timoney:
Where isn't there glass?

Velerio:
There's like fifty nine millimeter casings lying on the ground, so most likely two guys shooting a Mac 10 each or one guy shooting two at the same time.

Timoney:
How's the owner doing? Where is he?

Velerio:
A Mr. Nasiri took a couple of chunks of shrapnel. EMS patched him up, but I wouldn't say he's too thrilled.

Timoney:
Well, if someone with a machine gun was mad at me I wouldn't be too thrilled, either.

Blando:
Yeah, you know what? I might feel bad for myself too, but then I would look at this poor dead guy lying on the ground and then I would go, wow. You know, things could be a lot, lot worse.

Velerio:
True, but then I would probably remember how my store got all shot to hell and then get mad.

Timoney:
I have call the insurance company. It's a nightmare.

Blando:
So jaded, the both of you. It's actually sad. You see, life is a precious, precious gift.

Timoney:
This coming from a guy who announced to the break room today that if we were out of non-dairy creamer he was going to kill himself.