- [last lines]
- Helena: Is it dark yet?
- Sgt. John Berlin: No. It's getting kinda red...
- Helena: I remember red.
- Freddy Ross: You think if she could see she'd hang around with an old dog like you? Your stomach's going around to meet itself behind your back.
- Sgt. John Berlin: Bullshit. I'm in my prime, baby.
- Freddy Ross: Bits.
- Sgt. John Berlin: What do you mean "bits"?
- Freddy Ross: Policeman's bodies age at different rates. Look at me... I got a belly in its 50's, my balls are in their 60's and my feet are in their 80's.
- Sgt. John Berlin: We'd better get back to that dump.
- Freddy Ross: No way. I'm not going back.
- Freddy Ross: You might find someone's prick in a hot dog roll.
- Sgt. John Berlin: We're going.