Jane Murky: Were you out copping all day, big boy?
Detective Murky: That’s right.
Jane Murky: You know what they say about a man who comes home all covered in blood.
Detective Murky: I don’t do gossip, lady.
Jane Murky: It means other things are probably covered in blood too. Wink. Wink.
Detective Murky: Are you trying to prevent me from getting into Mordor with these mouth riddles?
Jane Murky: I’m trying to be romantic, Hank.
Detective Murky: Well, what the hell did I get you that mangy mutt for?
Jane Murky: But I want you. I only ever want you.
Detective Murky: I don’t even want me.
Jane Murky: I didn’t know you felt this way about yourself.
Detective Murky: Look at this. I made a list, while I was stomping in the skulls of other humans, of things I would like to change about myself.
Jane Murky: Be more patient, cultivate compassion. This is beautiful. Do you want to go meditate?
Detective Murky: Thought you’d never ask.
Jane Murky: This way, bloody cop.
Detective Murky: I’m coming. Oops. Dropped some fingers on the carpet. Don’t worry they’re not mine.
