Dragnet (1987)

Jack O'Halloran: Emil Muzz

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Quotes 

• Pep Streebeck : [while interrogating Muzz and getting no-where]  Joe, I could use some coffee

  [turns to Muzz] 

  Pep Streebeck : You want anything?

  Emil Muzz : [defiantly]  Chewing gum... Snickers bar... and my attorney, badge kisser!

  Pep Streebeck : [Friday leaves Muzz alone with Streebeck]  Well... it's just you... and me... *your balls*...

  [pulls open a desk drawer] 

  Pep Streebeck : and this drawer!

  [slams it shut] 

• Joe Friday : Alright, let's run through it again. You say you're a PAGAN, but we caught you working for Jerry Caeser. That makes you a plant in my book. Why don't you just make it easy on yourself and lead us to the stolen magazines?

  Emil Muzz : [Giving the finger to Friday]  Jump on this and spin, cop! I'm not saying another word until my attorney gets here!

  Pep Streebeck : Say, Joe, wouldn't a couple of danishes go great with this coffee right now?

  [opens the drawer he used on Muzz earlier, fixes Muzz with a knowing look, and Muzz looks horrified] 

• Friday : [Emil Muzz is in the drivers seat of the limo asleep. They approach showing their badges]  Police officers. Emil Muzz?

  [He doesn't respond, so Pep reaches in and blows the horn, and he wakes up] 

  Pep Streebeck : We need to ask you a few questions, Emil.

  Emil Muzz : Blow it out your pants, cop.

  Friday : Oh, good Muzz. Give yourself a hard time.

  [At that, Muzz, without taking his eyes off them, starts the limo, puts it in Drive, then burns rubber away, inadvertently running over Friday's feet] 

• 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.