Dorothy: Roy, I'm leaving you.
Roy: When did you decide this?
Dorothy: I don't know. It's been coming on a long time, I guess. I guess after Kilvinski retired and you decided to stay on and go on to vice, I guess that's what did it.
Roy: Yeah, but Dorothy, I'm, I hate this assignment, I'm not gonna be doing this forever.
Dorothy: It doesn't matter, Roy. It doesn't have anything to do with that. And it has nothing to do with you being a policeman anymore. And it's not because I'm a girl who doesn't like to be alone or because I worry about you. I stopped worrying about you months ago. I learned months ago to go to bed by myself. It's none of those dumb, cliched reasons, Roy.
Roy: Then what is it?
Dorothy: I just don't care anymore.
Roy: Why?
Dorothy: Oh Roy...
Roy: What about Becky?
Dorothy: What about her?
Roy: I'm her father. You're taking my daughter away from me.
Dorothy: I can't help that.
Roy: Hey, Dorothy. You're taking my daughter away from me!
Dorothy: No, you've done that Roy. You risked too much, Roy. Your health, our life, your family. And for what? To keep some psychotic kid from holding up a liquor store? I don't understand that, Roy. I grew up in a house wherre those you love come first. You and Kilvinski, you're two of a kind. Only the sad thing is you could've been something better. Goodbye Roy.
Roy: Wait a minute! Before you go, I'd just like to ask you something. In all the time we were together, did you ever say, "Whatever you wanna do, Roy, I'll back you up. I'll see it through, no matter what." You know, when I quit school, you gave me the feeling that I cheated you. It was like I deprived you of something more. That my being a policeman wasn't good enough. Well that's what I am. But you want something more. You don't want me. So go on, fly home to mother. If it brings you comfort, let's leave it that way. I let you down. I'm not letting Becky go. Dorothy, do you hear me? I'm not letting her go!
