Detective Swanson: You mess with me, Nightshade... Primus... I'll haul you both in...
Primus: But we haven't broken the law... haven't broken the law YET.
Icepick: Bring me some more pasta, pronto! I haven't got all day.
Marcello: Where do you want us to get it from?
Icepick: A STORE.
Detective Swanson: But you're a former judge, Judge Henry. You should respect the law. Not take it into your own hands, it isn't right. Let the law handle it.
Primus: The police force is totally useless.
Brad Casper: Swanson, I didn't tell anybody this, but I ran into this old guy that saw Nightshade run off. The guy he described looked EXACTLY LIKE THIS GUY. *shows photo of Judge Henry to Swanson*
Detective Swanson: So what? Doesn't mean Judge Henry is Nightshade.
Brad Casper: Believe what you want. But I'd look into it if I were you.
Detective Swanson: And where would I look, Brad?
Brad Casper: Oh, old hideouts. Old warehouses, garages, run-down buildings. Stuff where vigilante types may have some sort of home base.
Detective Swanson: Ok.
Brad Casper: Just a second. I'm gonna give you an authentically autographed tie, by ME! Yours truly. *signs a necktie for him* There you are, Detective! Don't smudge the ink.
Detective Swanson: Thanks. I'll wear it with pride.
Brad Casper: Ok.