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: [looking at the disemboweled dog
] I reckon Grant ain't got one of them puppy calendars on his desk. Just don't strike me as a real dog lover is all. Trevor
: Hey! Look.
[holds up the decapitated head of a dog
: Knocked this one's head clear on over here. Wally
: Put that down, numbnuts!
: [holds up a toy squid from his desk
] What's this? Trevor
: I thought we could use that like a police sketch, Chief. You know, take it door to door, see if anybody recognizes it.
[Bill, Margaret and Trevor spot Grant and Starla getting into a car
: That's one match I'll never get. Margaret
: [zipping Gina Kid's jacket up
] Ain't no mystery. Starla was raised in them shanties off St. Luke, dirt poor. All she ever wanted was to be a lady. Ol' Grant Grant, he's always been made of green. Trevor
: Gold digger, huh? Bill Pardy
: Oh, hell, Margaret! Starla's mother left her, her daddy's a drunk, she was 17 years old. Ol' Grant pulls up in a big ol' Cadillac, house on the hill, *and* college tuition? What would you do? Margaret
: [Lifting a handkerchief to Gina Kid's nose
] Blow. Bill Pardy
: Hell, if he had a 'gina, you'd'a married him, too. Gina Kid
: What's a "'gina"? Bill Pardy
: [after an awkward pause
] It's a country. You know, where "Ginese" people come from. Learn to eavesdrop better.