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: Tell me, Klute. Did we get you a little? Huh? Just a little bit? Us city folk? The sin, the glitter, the wickedness? Huh? John Klute
: Ah - that's so pathetic. Bree Daniel
: Fuck off!
: What's your bag, Klute? What do you like? Are you a talker? A button freak? Maybe you like to get your chest walked around with high heeled shoes. Or make 'em watch you tinkle. Or maybe you get off wearing women's clothes. Goddamned hypocrite squares! John Klute
: Okay... Bree Daniels
: I hope this doesn't make my cold any worse.
: I understand you use narcotics. Maybe I can have a policeman come here and look at your... arms. Frank Ligourin
: You know, I may stand better with the cops than you do, pal. Why don't you just sit down and relax, eh?
: Miss Daniels, can I ask you some questions now? Bree Daniel
: [notices Klute's surveillance gear
] You bastard! Is this a shakedown, hon'? 'Cause you picked a loser, I don't have it. John Klute
: I'm looking for Tom Gr... Bree Daniel
: [interrupts him
] Jesus, do you think I'd still be living in this kip if I was still in the line fulltime? I'd be back on Park Avenue. John Klute
: Can I ask you some questions? Bree Daniel
: Or you'll have me thrown back in the brig, you mean.
: So where can I find Jane McKenna? Frank Ligourin
: Baby, would I be tellin' you all this? She copped out long ago.
] Frank Ligourin
: She committed suicide, Baxter.