yes?
oh.  what is it, captain riggs?
i see.  and what is it this time? more dreams about flying dwarves? in love with your gun again? or have you cooked up something new?
 and when we get in my office, you'll tell me you want to marry murtaugh, or your mother, or nelson mandela.
 something to ridicule me, to get a rise out of me.
i'm not stupid. and my time's reserved for police officers in real need, with real problems.