Pep Streebeck:
[In the interrogation room, there's a close-up of a pack of cigarettes, a hand goes to grab them. It's Emil Muzz, and Friday shoves him back in his chair]
Siddown, unless you're growing!
Pep Streebeck:
Look Muzz, we've got you on 87 violations of the motor vehicle code, it's only a matter of time before we tie you into one of those PAGAN jobs, not to mention that you stole your landlady's wedding dress which so far is the only endearing thing about you. So why don't you talk to us?
Emil Muzz:
[after blowing a nasty spitball that splats right on Friday's face]
Shove it, you pawn! My attorney is on his way, and we both know I'll be out of here in 20 minutes on bail. So take off these cuffs, and open the door!
Joe Friday:
I wouldn't worry about the door, Muzz. The kind of scum that would represent you would just ooze right under it.
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