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Helen Cruger:
Do you still drink coffee?
Det. Frank Keller:
Like it's going out of style.
Helen Cruger:
C'mon, I'll buy you a cup.
Frank Keller Sr.:
[
a poem by Frank's mother written in 1934 while she was in high school] I live alone within myself, like a hut within the woods; I keep my heart high upon the shelf, barren of other goods; I need another's arms to reach for it, and place it where it belongs. I need another's touch and smile, to fill my hut with songs.
Det. Frank Keller:
Last time, she walked. Maybe this time I can get prints.
Det. Sherman:
Yeah right. What are ya gonna do, Frank? Send your dick to the lab? Man, that'll be a hell of a story in court. "Well, Your Honor, first I whipped it out, then she whipped it out, if you know what I mean."
Det. Frank Keller:
Come the wet ass hour, I'm EVERYBODY'S DADDY!
Det. Frank Keller:
What's she gonna do, shoot me? We're in a restaurant!
Det. Frank Keller:
We should have tailed him. We fucked up.
Det. Sherman:
He fucked up.
Terry:
So the emcee asks, "What's the most romantic place you've ever made love to your wife?" And this guy's thinking, he's got a brain like a pea, but he's thinking, and he says, "In the butt!"
Det. Sherman:
Think you could go for a babe with a dick?
Det. Frank Keller:
Depends on her personality, really.
Det. Frank Keller:
It's called making people feel good about themselves so that they'll cooperate with you and help you to do your job. You should try it some time.
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