Charlie: I'll get you, you little bastard. I promise you, I'll get you if it's the last thing I ever do.
Anchor: You're right, cop. You're right, I *am* a rotten bastard. I admit it. But I tell ya something. Even though I got a lot of hate inside, I got some friends who ain't got hate inside. They're filled with nothing but love. Their only crime is growing their hair long, smoking a little grass and getting high, looking at the stars at night, writing poetry in the sand. And what do you do? You bust down their doors, man. Dumb-ass cop. You bust down their doors and you bust down their heads. You put 'em behind bars. And you know something funny? They forgive you.
[shoots Charlie, Nora and Lew]
Anchor: I don't.