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Detective Joe Carlson : Now, Miss Roberts, you married?
Cheryl Roberts : No.
Detective Joe Carlson : Divorced?
Cheryl Roberts : No.
Detective Joe Carlson : Widowed?
Cheryl Roberts : No.
Detective Joe Carlson : But you do have boyfriends?
Cheryl Roberts : No.
Detective Joe Carlson : Do you like girls?
Cheryl Roberts : God, you're a pig!
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Detective Joe Carlson : [On why a rape story is bogus] ... Wasn't his day- the poor guy didn't even get his pecker out!
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Margie : [referring to Cheryl] Why don't you stop tormenting her?
Detective Joe Carlson : You talking to me, lady?
Margie : Yes.
Detective Joe Carlson : Don't!
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Detective Joe Carlson : I took a look at this fellow Brody. Seems he was fairly athletic. Why didn't he pin you down on the couch?
Cheryl Roberts : He tried, but I got away.
Detective Joe Carlson : Now you said he touched your boob. How?
Cheryl Roberts : I refuse... to answer anymore of your questions.
Detective Joe Carlson : Lady, I don't give a shit what you do.
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Detective Joe Carlson : [after Billy has just told his story of the rape] That's good. That's very good, Billy. That's exactly word for word what you told me before. Did she help you memorize all that? Huh?
Cheryl Roberts : You stupid bully! He's telling the truth! Why you doing this to us?
Detective Joe Carlson : Because there's a dead man in there. And I wanna know why he died.
Cheryl Roberts : I killed him! He tried to rape me!
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Detective Joe Carlson : [to the cops] Lock her up.
Student : Fuck you!
Detective Joe Carlson : And fuck you!
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Detective Joe Carlson : [after he has just told Billy his story of Brody's murder] Ain't that right, ma'am?
Cheryl Roberts : YOU FILTHY PIG! You think you got it all figured out, don't ya? Well you're wrong!
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Detective Joe Carlson : Phil Brody, remember him? The man who got wasted here? Well he was a fag, and it doesn't make a whole lot of sense for a fag to be raping your aunt, unless you're one. Are you a fag?
Billy Lynch : No!
Detective Joe Carlson : I'm gonna ask you again, and keep in mind it pisses me off when people lie to me. Are you a fag?
Billy Lynch : You're crazy!
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Sergeant Cook : This is from the "Flagstaff Courier," September 12, 1967. "Bill and Ann Lynch," - the boy's parents - "were killed yesterday outside Flagstaff when their car crashed into a logging truck on Interstate 89. The cause is thought to have been brake failure." Now I talked to a few of the locals, and they remember that there were rumors about the brakes being tampered with.
Detective Joe Carlson : Cook, I hope you're doing this *shit* on your own time, because I *forbid* you for doing it on department time. Incredible!
[gives him a contemptuous look and walks away]
Sergeant Cook : [glares after him] Schmuck!
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Detective Joe Carlson : Doesn't it bother you that he's a fag? Are you a fag?
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Detective Joe Carlson : Phil Brody, remember him? The man who got wasted here? Well he was a fag, and it doesn't make a whole lot of sense for a fag to be raping your aunt, unless you're one. Are you a fag?
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Detective Joe Carlson : I'm gonna ask you again, and keep in mind it pisses me off when people lie to me. Are you a fag?
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Detective Joe Carlson : I mean, there are people today who lose a loved one, and seem totally unfazed by it all. I noticed your ring, coach. Would it surprise you much if I had the mate to it?
[Coach Landers looks a little nervous, but says nothing]
Detective Joe Carlson : I found this ring on Phil Brody - the man who got killed. Inside it says, "To P.B." I take that to be Phil Brody. "From T.L." And I take that to be Tom Landers. Yes, and that's you.
[Landers nervously smiles at him]
Detective Joe Carlson : How does Billy figure into this?
Tom Landers : Billy *doesn't* figure into this, Carlson. I've coached the kid 4 years, and I've watched him become a real good ball player, and I care about him.
Detective Joe Carlson : I don't doubt that. I suggest you resign. If you don't, chances are you're gonna' get yourself lynched.
Tom Landers : [with a nervous laugh] Yeah.
Detective Joe Carlson : You have a nice afternoon.
[gives him a look of contempt, turns and walks away]
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Detective Joe Carlson : [in the hallway of the police station] Cook, walk with me. Julie Lyndon's mother called and complained about you scaring the shit out of her daughter. What were you doing out there?
Sergeant Cook : Well, I was just checking. See, I don't think Billy Lynch had anything to do with the murder. I kinda' see it differnt.
Detective Joe Carlson : Oh, is that right? And how is that?
Sergeant Cook : Well, for one thing, Miss Roberts caught Julie and the boy in the sack together. That kinda' weakens the fag story.
Detective Joe Carlson : [glares at him] The victim was a fag, the coach *is* a fag, and the kid is a fag. He grew up without a father, with only women around. That's a classic case, Cook.