Number One with a Bullet

"Det. Barzak: [Chasing a gunman through the streets] Freeze! Police! FREEZE! I don't know why I tell 'em to freeze - they never freeze. [Gunman gets hit by cab; goes thru windshield] Det. Hazeltine: He shoulda froze. Det. Barzak: Well, it's not like we didn't tell him, man."

"Bobby Sweet: [the 2 cops are leading him to an abandoned construction site] Hey, what is this, man? Det. Barzak: Riding around with you all night kinda stunk up our car, pal. Det. Hazeltine: We need a little fresh air. Someplace quiet. Det. Barzak: Yeah, someplace you can scream. Bobby Sweet: Oh, that's funny! Det. Barzak: [All 3 are climbing the stairs of an empty building under construction] Some people told us you like to talk when you get high. Are we high enough yet, Bobby? Bobby Sweet: I don't know. I swear, I don't know. Det. Hazeltine: Ah, he'll never make a good lawyer, Nick. He can't lie for shit. Come on - MOVE IT! You can go back down. All you have to do is tell us who killed Charles Boudreaux. Det. Barzak: All that shit you been mainlining fucked up your leg muscles, didn't it? COME ON! [They reach the highest accessible floor & approach the edge] Det. Barzak: Aw, man, Bobby. You can see EVERYTHING from up here, man. You can even see the ground from up here. Check this out: come here, man. [Shoves Bobby towards the edge of the floor] Bobby Sweet: Wait... Wait... Don't push. Okay! OKAY, OKAY! Det. Barzak: Whaddaya think of that shit, huh? Bobby Sweet: [Looking down through the open structure] Oh, my God! Jesus Christ! Oh, God! Det. Barzak: I wouldn't have figured you to be the religious type, Bobby. Det. Hazeltine: It must be because we're so close to God up here."