Doc:
I want to talk this out.
Carlos:
Oh, now you wanna talk? You didn't wanna talk when I wanted to stay and help that out man. You didn't want to talk before running into a middle of a riot.
Doc:
We had an assignment.
Carlos:
We had 30 assignments waiting, but I guess they weren't important enough for you.
Doc:
Is that right?
Carlos:
You pick and choose what we're gonna do, who we're supposed to care about. What's that?
Doc:
Come on, there were cops calling for help!
Carlos:
And I would've gone! I just wanted to be asked, man. You didn't even give me a chance!
Doc:
Because I'm the one who makes those decisions.
Carlos:
Just like you decided that I was gonna take that guy's money?
Doc:
So, that's what this is really about?
Carlos:
No, no, it's about you. You don't want to talk to me. You want to talk at me. And I'm over it. I'm over you.
Doc:
You think I give a damn what you're over? Huh?
Carlos:
No, you don't. And that's your problem.
Doc:
No, that's your problem because I am your superior and my word is final and you can't deal with that!
Carlos:
Oh, whatever.
Doc:
I was doing this job when you were learning to walk, okay, so you could be as pissed as you want to be, but you damn well better respect that!
Carlos:
You're proud of that? All that means is you were never good enough to move up. (Doc shoves Carlos) You wanna hit me again? Go ahead, take it all out on me. You selfish son of a bitch.
Doc:
You're calling me selfish?
Carlos:
I'm calling you selfish!
Doc:
You, of all people. You know what, I'm not the one who gave away his kid because I thought it would be a pain in my ass.
Carlos:
You know what? You're nothing but a sad, miserable, old man who's got nothing but a little bit of power and a crappy little job.
Doc:
I'm not miserable.
Carlos:
Really?
Doc:
Yeah.
Carlos:
Well, hooray for you. Can I go now, sir?
