Det. Morris Bradbury:
[in Bradbury's office]
I used to hate your guts... you know that, don't you?
Det. Harry Philip Lovecraft:
You told me often enough.
Det. Morris Bradbury:
Now you're about the only man in this town I can trust.
Det. Harry Philip Lovecraft:
Gosh, Bradbury... I didn't know you cared.
Det. Morris Bradbury:
It's just you're the only guy now walking around without a magic wand up his ass. I got vampires in West Hollywood, salamanders coming out of the fire hydrants in Santa Monica, black rain, red rain, hail the size of your fist.
Det. Harry Philip Lovecraft:
Magic is the way of the future. You wouldn't want to buck the future, would you, Bradbury?
Det. Morris Bradbury:
If this is the future,
[he slams his office door shut]
Det. Morris Bradbury:
I'll take vanilla.
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