Susie Wagner:
We're U.S. Marshals. Where are the diamonds?
Terry Lord:
Diamonds? This is an auto body shop. Speaking of which, I'd like to do some bodywork on you, little lady.
Susie Wagner:
Well, I think you should fix that dent in your side, first.
[Susie kicks Terry in the gut]
Brett Mobley:
And your busted ear-view mirror.
[Brett brutally rips Terry's ear with his mouth]
Chris Monsanto:
Or this hole in your spine. [shoots Terry] Sorry, I don't know much about cars. Now, confess!
Terry Lord:
You ain't getting nothing out of me.
Chris Monsanto:
Alright. If I can't get anything out of you, I'll just have to put something into you.
[Chris puts his hand into Terry's back as a puppet]
Chris Monsanto:
Alright, now. Talk, grease monkey. Talk. [talks as Terry] Okay, okay. I confess. I confess. I'm the head of the diamond ring. You're right. You deserve a raise. [normal voice] Well, thank you very much. [talks as Terry] I'm talking about your I.Q. [normal voice] Hey, I thought you were the dummy. [talks as Terry] No, you're the dummy. [normal voice] Okay, well, just for that, you can go...straight to hell.
[Brett and Susie laughed and clapped]
Susie Wagner:
That's great, Chris, but he's just the middle man.
Chris Monsanto:
What are you talking about? No, he just confessed. The case is closed, sweetheart.
Bezoar:
I don't know, Chris. I thought that confession was insincere. It seemed awfully tongue... [rips out Terry's tongue] in cheeks.
[then Bezoar puts Terry's tongue right inside his private area]
Chris Monsanto:
Very nice, Bezoar. Very nice.
