You just fulfilled the first rule of law enforcement: make sure when your shift is over you go home alive. Here endeth the lesson.
People hurt the ones they love. That's how it is all around the world.
- Word is they're going to repeal Prohibition. What'll you do then?
- I think I'll have a drink.
I'm tired, boss. Tired of bein' on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. Tired of not ever having me a buddy to be with, or tell me where we's coming from or going to, or why. Mostly I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world everyday.
On the day of my judgment, when I stand before God, and He asks me why did I kill one of his true miracles, what am I gonna say? That it was my job? My job?
If you're afraid of getting a rotten apple, don't go to the barrel. Get it off the tree.