“I hate this case,' stated Gibbons unequivocally. 'I don’t know what really happened, I shall probably never know what really happened, and I shall still be a detective sergeant when I’m sixty.”

“I can see that you’re down in the dumps, Unc. Shall we stop working and call Toni?”“And then what?”“I don’t know. But if it so happens that I’m more of your type . . . Would you like me to give you a blow job? That really does the trick when you’re feeling depressed.”

“Listen, I don’t know what the hell happened between you and Marco. To be honest I don’t really want to know, ’cause if I did I’d probably want to kick the shit outta him.”“I don’t need you to protect me.”“What if I want to?”

“... for I know I shall be interrupted-- I shall want to be, really, because life is too exciting to sit still for long.”

“...the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.”

“Mama, the more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.”