True Detective, Season 3

Amelia Reardon:
The boys couldn't stop telling me stuff. I was pretty tremendous. I think I have a future at this. [sees him reading her book] You're reading it! Finally.

Wayne Hays:
Yeah, I read it. Kept seeing my name. [pause] Are you drunk?

Amelia Reardon:
No! I had a drink at dinner. This detective took me out to eat.

Wayne Hays:
Ah. Terrific.

Amelia Reardon:
I got a lot of info from him. Listen, her fingerprints were found just in the cosmetics aisle. Looks like she was probably a customer. They have the prior week's surveillance footage. I think they're going to let me look at it.

Wayne Hays:
[angry but controlled] I didn't get any of the shit you wanted at Wal-Mart.

Amelia Reardon:
[confused] OK... did something happen? Are the kids alright?

Wayne Hays:
The kids are fine.

Amelia Reardon':
Are you alright?

Wayne Hays:
I'm fine. But one thing? One favor? [throws the book across the room] Do not come bouncing in here, half in the bag, all giddy about this shit, alright? Can you do that? Can you summon the mental resolve to shut up about this shit with me?

Amelia Reardon:
If you feel this way, you don't have to talk to me like that. You can just tell me.

Wayne Hays:
You've been told. Now, why don't you check on your kids, since you haven't seen them all day. They're supposed to be in bed.

Amelia Reardon:
Fuck off! I'm with them five times the amount you are for a job that treats you like shit!

Wayne Hays:
I don't really feel like trading curses. I said my piece.

Amelia Reardon:
I'm not gonna stop, Wayne. [leaves]