Hazel Aiken:
What do you think you're doing?
Detective Hughes:
Where's that address book?
Hazel Aiken:
You get out of my house and go get yourself a search warrant!
Detective Hughes:
A warrant? I don't need a warrant! I have a warrant in my mind for women like you! You oughta be out on 57th Street selling your pussy in front of a delicatessen! That would be big time for a dried-up piece of stale, white-bread like you! I wanna take my knife and scrape some crumbs off you and see if you're stale inside, too!
Hazel Aiken:
You get out of my house, you stupid nigger!
Detective Hughes:
What'd you call me?
[drowns Mrs. Aiken in kitchen sink]
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