Kitty Kane:
[reading from a piece of paper]
"If God's gift of grace, Or the light on your face, Could make me forget, Your vagina is wet."
Nick Murder:
Let me see that.
Kitty Kane:
"To Tula, my Tula, my red flower of love."
Nick Murder:
What are you, a private dick?
Kitty Kane:
How different could it be, huh? It's just a hole.
Nick Murder:
You can't incriminate a man over some words.
Kitty Kane:
What do you think you're gonna find there? Peanuts?
Nick Murder:
It's poetry!
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